Mark Carver

Hot pants librarian

CHAPTER ONE

Lying naked on top of her bed, Gloria Shannon felt as if her skin was on fire. From the tips of her dusky hot nipples down to her cunt, every soft, ripely curved inch of her silken flesh tingled with fierce heat. She groped for a cigarette on the bedside table with trembling fingers. She looked at the clock. It was three am.

She thought about the nine-inch vibrator in her dresser drawer as she smoked. Then she thought about the boy in the next bedroom, and she knew there would never be a substitute for a live, hotly thrilling cock. She ran her fingertips across her pulsing wet cunt and shivered.

"Five years," Gloria whispered. "Five Goddamned lost years."

All she had to do was get up, quietly enter his room and crawl in bed beside him. It wouldn't be that simple. For one thing, all the urgency of the last five years had left her feverishly aroused. She felt like savagely raping the boy, but there was a risk.

She was a prim, respectable town librarian. In a town this size, word that she was fucking could spread like wildfire. The boy she wanted to fuck was named Brian. He was nice, well-mannered, and not loud or brash. Gloria could barely keep her eyes off his bulging crotch the afternoon she rented him the room. Lord, he was hung!

He had tried to keep his eyes off her lushly curved figure, but she knew he could see beneath her disguise. Even with her long dark hair prudishly pulled back in a bun, and the shapeless, sack-like dresses she usually wore, the librarian couldn't hide her firm tits and ass.

For the past five years, Gloria had spent virtually all her spare time caring for her invalid father. Just two months ago, he'd passed away, leaving her alone in the huge Victorian house. And then the hot, restless nights began. The thirty-one-year-old brunette desperately and lustfully fucked herself with a nine-inch vibrator far weeks. But she wanted something else to ease her loneliness.

She had two spare bedrooms, she reasoned, so why not rent them out to some young boarders? The first person to answer the ad she put in the paper was a middle-aged woman. Gloria quickly told her the rooms were rented. Then Brian inquired about the room. He was tall, healthy and good-looking. He was just entering college. The horny brunette eagerly dropped the rent twenty dollars to get him to take the room.

Gloria stubbed out her cigarette. Sleep was impossible for her now. Nervously, she walked naked, down the hallway and passed the boy's door. Her ripe tits ached. Her nerve faltered, and she went into the bathroom. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror. With her long shimmering hair down, she reeked with sex, but she was a stranger even to herself.

Her wide brown eyes drank in her proud, creamy tits, her narrow waist and softly curved hips. Her silky tangle of cunthairs were drenched with her passion, and she fought the violent urge to finger fuck herself on the spot. She thought, why cheat herself out of a massive, healthy young cock only a few steps away?

"God, I want to fuck and suck!" the brunette whispered aloud, the throbbing in her soaked cunt becoming a wild hungry rhythm. The aching, trembling librarian felt ripe for fucking to the point of bursting after five desperate years. She feared if she bottled up her violent urges any longer she would lose her mind.

Her eyes closed with decision. To hell with her reputation and her career. She needed sex – raw, hot brutal sex, hour after hour, night after night, and she would damn well risk anything and everything for it.

Taking a deep breath, Gloria went directly to the boy's bedroom. She opened the door, walked in, and quietly closed it behind her. He was lying beneath a single sheet in the warm summer night. The room was only half-dark because of a street light outside. The panting brunette sat on the edge of his bed, slowly lifting back the sheet.

Brian's eyes blinked open.

"What the hell! Who are you?"

It took him a full ten seconds to recognize his landlady. Her hair was down and her lush, naked tits jiggled wildly. For a few moments Brian thought he was dreaming. Christ, what a knockout, he thought. He felt her run her fingers on his long fleshy cock. It was definitely not a dream.

"I… I need it," Gloria whispered feverishly. "I need your hot cock so badly I could die, Brian. It's been so long, so damned long!"

Moaning urgently, the brunette hovered over his thighs and pressed his huge burning prick between the valley of her hot tits. Wild tremors of excitement raced through her flesh as his long cock quivered and pounded with eagerness. Then, with a deep groan, Gloria thrust as much of his stiff meat as she could into her mouth.

"Oh Christ, Miss Shannon! Wow! Wow!" he exclaimed.

She began to jerk him off and then blow him with ravenous sucks of her mouth. She trembled from head to toe with pent-up lust. The librarian had never gone down on a man in her life. In the years before her father became an invalid, her job as a librarian didn't offer her more than a few opportunities for dates. That, plus her natural shyness, kept her sex life down to a bare minimum.

After weeks with the vibrator, the lid had been blown off that shyness, and Gloria sucked the boy's powerful cock with feverish delight, battering her throat with his cockhead furiously. She gently squeezed his swollen balls, while the whimpered passionately for his boiling load.

Over the years as a librarian, Gloria had devoured every book she could find on sex. She'd vividly imagined herself fucking as she read and re-read all the books, especially the ones on oral sex. The voluptuous brunette knew dozens of sexy tricks – at least in theory. She knew how she could keep Brian's massive hot cock from coming easily. She could give him a blowjob that would be the most unforgettable experience of his life. But at this wild moment, nothing eke mattered except having him shoot off his burning jism into her madly sucking mouth.

Gloria knew too that if she simply rammed his burning meat deep into her aching cunt, he would come in seconds. At his age, he'd be able to come again and again, as long as she knew how to arouse him.

"Jez-zus, Miss Shannon! – Keerist! What a blowjob! Unnnng – gonna come! Gonna shoot!"

The brunette moaned deliriously as his thick hot prick quivered and hardened in her feverish lips. Her fist jerked faster, and then with a deep groan, Brian spurted his fiery cream into her mouth in great gushes. Gloria swallowed the thick come with ravenous reed, feeling it tingle and burn down her throat. Even after his cock went limp, she continued to jerk and suck on it, whimpering with obscene happiness, craving every molten drop.

"Hot damn!" groaned the boy. "That was something else, Miss Shannon. Too much!"

Brian had had a few girls go down on him before, but their clumsy lips were nothing compared to the wild frenzy of the brunette. She rose up now, her huge creamy tits panting, her luminous eyes blazing with passion. He still found it bid to believe the lush, sexy knockout was his primly dressed landlady. His disbelief grew, along with his stiffening cock, as he heard her speak.

"That was wonderful, Brian," Gloria panted, "just, oh, delicious! Listen, darling boy. I want to suck and fuck all night long. I want you to ram that gorgeous cock everywhere – I want you to fuck me in the tits, and in my ass, and plunge every beautiful inch up my hot cunt until I scream for mercy! And I want you to eat my cunt and suck me off until I faint. Do you understand, Brian? I'm hot, damnit!"

Hot wasn't the word, Gloria thought as she lay on her back beside him. She was explosive, on fire, desperate, and almost crazed with urgent lust.

After five tormenting years, her first taste of thrilling sex was sparking a fierce, maddening passion in her loins. All the obscene words she'd secretly used in her erotic fantasies were pouring forth now, exciting her even more. She loved the lewd sounds, after years of polite, precise diction in the ton library.

"Suck an my tits, Brian," she moaned, hugging his head to her heaving breasts. "Kiss my hot nipples, you beautiful boy – mmmmmmmm, yesssss! Suck harder, aaaaah!"

Gloria wrapped her legs around his waist, crushing his mouth eagerly to one of her lush tits. She made slow, sensuous fucking motions with her hips, her cunt so drenched with her flowing juices she smeared it all over his hard, muscled stomach. In spite of her wild heat, the passionate brunette cherished the anticipation, letting him tingle her nipples and swollen tits with his tongue. She'd read more than enough about cunnilingus, but she'd never had her cunt eaten before.

"Slide your mouth down now, darling," she urged, pushing his shoulders down. "Kiss my belly, aaaaaah, now lick it, mmmmmmm, oh that's wonderful."

"Now don't eat me yet, not just yet, Brian. Lick around my hot pussy first, my thighs, oooooh, yesss, sweet boy. Oh that teasing is driving me CRAZY! Ooooo, I love your mouth, honey – eat me now! Suck my cunt now! Ram your tongue in deep, aaaaaagh! Oh God in heaven, it's – unnnnng! – it's fantastic! Oooo, wild, suck it!"

No amount of reading books had prepared the sex-starved brunette for the shattering thrills now racing through her madly throbbing cunt. Low screams of happiness came from her throat as Brian sucked at her juicy cunt before plunging his long tongue deep into her hot cunt slit. Raving wildly, Gloria lacked her damp thighs fiercely to his head and swung her cunt against his mouth in a fever of wanton joy.

"Oh God I love it – unnnnf! – oh eat my cunt, you beautiful boy, ah Lord, it's – ooooooo! – it's wonderful, eat me, suck me, oh Jesus, I'm – eeeeee! I'm coming! Commming!"

For a few minutes, Brian thought he would suffocate. The screaming, thrashing brunette clawed savagely at his bare back with her nails and ground her boiling cunt to his mouth in a sheer frenzy of abandon. He'd only gone down on one girl in his life, and while she was sweet and hot Gloria's hotly sucking pussy was an animal on fire. Her honeyed juices gushed out in a small flood, as orgasm after orgasm shattered through her exploding loins.

Suddenly she tugged at his shoulders.

"Fuck me now!" she demanded. "Now, honey – oh God, shove every hot inch in me, fuck me, rape me, give me your meat – oooooooh! Oh big hot prick, I love you! Aaaaaaah!"

Brian didn't need any further urging. He mounted the feverish librarian at once, and she quickly guided his engorged cock inside her slippery cuntlips. The massive feel of his burning rod ramming deep and savagely into her throbbing cunt sparked the most intense climax of Gloria's life. Sobbing and screaming, she bit his lips and raked her nails over his back. Her hips lunged in furious fucking thrusts.

"K-K-Keerist, Miss Shannon! What a juicy cunt! Oh wow, oh slit, that's – can't hold my load! Oh, that's too hot'n'tight, ooooo!"

"Shoot it in me!" she raved, tugging at his hair. "Come in my hot cunt now, now! Fuck me harder, yessss, aaaaargh!"

He was unable to hold back his ejaculation while her madly sucking pussy writhed and squirmed on his hard-on with electrifying hunger. Brian felt his jism being drained from him by her irresistible silken cunt. She dug her hot tits into his chest frantically and snaked her tongue into his mouth. Deep moans of intense lust filled the bedroom.

Long after he went limp, she continued to clasp his deflated cock in her fiery slit, fucking him in violent spasms. Finally, she released her lust-crazed grip on his cockrod and he slipped out.

"Oh, God, I needed that!" she sobbed, hugging his face against her perspiring hot tits. "Almost – almost lost my mind I was so hot! Wheeew… listen, sweet boy. Run into my bedroom and get my cigarettes on the bedside able. Then go downstairs and bring me the bottle of wine in the refrigerator."

"There's no hurry now. I just want to… to fuck and suck forever."

Gloria watched him leave, her eyes devouring his powerfully muscled young body. A hot, delicious glow radiated from her pulsing cunt outward to every inch of her hot flesh. For the first time in years, she felt relaxed. She moaned softly as she stroked her throbbing cunt, filled with the tingling wetness of his hot come.

He returned with the wine and cigarettes. For a few minutes the statuesque brunette smoked and sipped a glass of wine. She played with his long cock incessantly.

"How was I?" she asked. "Compared to young girls, I mean."

"Terrific. Honest, Miss Shannon," he replied eagerly. "Are you, uh, are you always like this?"

"From now on, I am, yes," she whispered.

She felt as if she could never make up for the dry, lost years, but nothing was going to stop her from trying, not after her first thrilling blowjob and fuck session. Day after day in the town library, she secretly eyed clean-cut, handsome young boys. Her eyes focused on the thick bulges in their tight pants. She was tormented with the most obscene fantasies.

One can't bottle up a healthy, natural sex urge for so long without something exploding. Brian, she knew with a sense of fear and excitement, was only the beginning.

She'd been furtively watching adorable young girls lately, too. She drank in their cute tits and ripely curved asses and their smooth, tanned thighs.

As the aloof brunette sat in her glass-walled office, a crisp business-like expression on her face, she imagined blowing a half-dozen boys in succession and eagerly gulping down their hot come. She would submit to them doggy-style over the arm of her office sofa, feeling their hairy balls slap against her soft ass as they plunged deep and brutally into her thrilled, hot cunt.

Too long, Gloria thought, I waited too long. All the time she had told herself she wouldn't dream of actually submitting to her obscene urge. Now the sex-starved, lush brunette had taken the first step. She knew she couldn't turn back, not after her first exciting blowjob and delirious fuck. For years, she'd felt like a seething volcano. Now the volcano was erupting, and no one and nothing could stop her.

Her thoughts returned to the reality of the moment.

The boy's prick stiffened in her stroking fingers.

Gloria hunched down between his thighs and began lavishing a teasing, lascivious blowjob on Brian again. This time, though, she wouldn't let him come in her mouth. She wanted every thick, searing inch of his long cock up her asshole. She'd read enough on the subject, mostly in dry clinical books, to know that it would burn terrible and hurt like hell. But after five years of sex-starvation, sweet lustful pain was something she really wanted.

Gloria gripped the base of Brian's giant hard-on between her thumb and forefinger. She knew she could keep him from coming indefinitely this way. She flicked her wet tongue rapidly across his crimson cock knob to make him grunt with pleasure, then dipped her head down to lick and suck at his hairy balls. She grasped one testicle in her mouth and whirled her hot tongue around it, while she rubbed her warm palm in circles over his cockhead.

"Oh, shit, that's wild, Miss Shannon!" Brian exclaimed.

Filled with pride, the moaning brunette explored his cock with some other tricks she'd read about. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, knowing how sensitive it was. Then she grasped his searing cock knob in her lips and raked her teeth cautiously across it. It was a challenge, really. She'd absorbed enough information out of books to become the world's greatest fuck, and now it was time to put the information to the test.

Powerful and compelling curiosity flushed the lush librarian as her mind wandered. If a burning, hotly throbbing young cock was exciting in her mouth and pussy, what would it be like to go down on a beautiful young girl? There were times, as she sat primly behind her desk, the feverish brunette would spot a sweet-faced young girl with blossoming tits and a lusciously full little ass in the library. And at such times, she would imagine tying the girl down on her bed spread-eagled and licking and sucking and gently biting every inch of her satiny young flesh. She would work herself up in a tremendous heat of lust before ravishing her with her fingers and mouth. And then passionately sixty-nining with her, coming deliriously in each other's mouths. She would spank her, too, until her tawny young asscheeks were a bright crimson, and then dart her frantic tongue deep into the girl's juicy asshole.

They were only fantasies, of course. Wild, impossible fantasies arising from sexual frustration. She flashed back to reality.

"Jesus!" cried Brian. "Oh shit, Miss Shannon, you're driving me up the wall! Your hot mouth, unnnn!"

She gripped his surging meat tightly in her fingers to hold back his load. The moaning brunette sucked his huge rod with slow, teasing lips and fondled his balls lewdly. My the time she finished with her lover, he wouldn't be chasing other girls for wild sex, she thought. She knew every erotic trick in the book, and all she had to do was turn simple theory into raw, naked thrills.

His mammoth cock pounded with blood. Gloria gave him one final lingering suck – a hot, juicy kiss that made him suck in his breath with astonished pleasure. Then she sat up, her blood singing with excitement.

"You just lie there, honey," she told him. "I'll do the work. I just have to know what your cock feels like!"

She sat astride his hips, kneeling upright with a folded leg on each side of his ass. If she hadn't been his fiercely, Brian would gripping cock so have come at that moment merely from looking at her hot, sensuous nakedness.

Jesus, Brian thought, what a woman! Between her fiery mouth and tight, luscious pussy, he found himself wondering what she could possibly do for an encore.

She dipped the head of his surging cock inside her slippery cuntlips, moaning happily as she wet his cock knob. Then, taking a deep breath, she placed his cockhead squarely against her tiny asshole. She knew it was going to be painful at first, but she also knew from extensive reading on the subject, that her tender asshole would soon learn to crave the blazing pressure of a mammoth hard-on.

She slammed her hips down in one violent thrust before she could change her mind. For a moment the lush librarian almost fainted from sheer agony.

"U-unnnf! Oh oh, Christ, that – shit – it hurts! Oooo, it burns, it burns, unnnnnngh!"

Gloria thought she could feel his gigantic cockknob in the very pit of her stomach. His long throbbing cock thrust into her narrow asshole like a red-hot poker, pounding with lustful fury. Gloria only whimpered and squirmed her creamy naked asscheeks on his cock, unable to catch enough breath to shriek.

"Wow, that's hot!" cried Brian. "Oh that's nice, Miss Shannon, stilt, that's – aaaah! – that's wild and juicy!"

Her inhale writhed and wriggled and churned, creating a wild, intense friction against his rigid cockmeat. Brian reached up to squeeze her dangling tits. She held his hands tightly against the hot mounds, sobbing. Then with sharp gasps, Gloria began to slide her ravaged asshole cautiously up and down on his cockshaft.

"Not – imnnnh! – not so bad, burns, burns good! Oh it's not bad at all – mmmmmmm! – I think I – ooooooh! I like being fucked in the ass! Yesss!"

Already the brunette felt ripples of pleasure mingling with her agony. She knew she was making the transition from pain to pleasure fast, and that it could be dangerous as she sought more and more violent thrills. But she knew, too, that she loved the feel of a massive, hot young cock anywhere on or in her silken flesh. It was pure ecstasy after many years of torment.

"Jeez, that's hot and tight!" gasped Brian, cupping her hot, velvety tits in his fingers. "Wild, Miss Shannon, work it, please, ah, work it! Your asshole is w-wild."

Gloria darted, one hand down and found her clit as she gyrated and swung her creamy ass on his cockmeat. She began finger fucking herself eagerly, knowing it would ease the pain. After a minute, she jammed two fingers up her pulsing hot cunt, whipping them in and out faster and faster as she jerked her impaled asshole in a fever of sweet-pained ecstasy.

"Love it! Aaaaaah, Christ, that's – ooooo! That's agony, pure – unnng! – heavenly agony! Fuck me in the ass harder, Brian! Oh your prick burns!"

Another wild organ began to shudder in Gloria's loins, spreading from her sucking cunt to her fiercely engorged asshole. She fell forward on top of the boy, furiously grinding her hot sweating tits to his chest and sinking her teeth into his bare shoulder.

"Coming!" Brian groaned, his rocks beginning to explode beneath her passionate assault. Her ass squirmed madly now, her boiling tight anus begging for his come. Gloria managed to ram a third finger inside her dripping cunt, screaming as his searing juices stung deep into her bowels. She came on her fingers a moment later. Hot pussyjuice streamed down her fucking fingers, while her rammed asshole thrilled to the boiling fountain.

"Oh God, I won't be able to sit down for a week," the sobbing brunette moaned as she rolled off the boy. "But it was worth it I could learn to crave that, honey."

And other bizarre things, Gloria added silently. Every inch of her ripe, perspiring nakedness tingled intensely, as if she was alive for the first time in her life. For a frightening moment the thought occurred to the wildly panting brunette that she might never get enough torrid sex to satisfy her. All the while her fingers never left Brian's limp rod, hefting and squeezing and jerking it, constantly arousing him.

Two long, strenuous hours later, Brian was fast asleep. Beside, him, the naked librarian sipped wine and smoked cigarettes. Dawn was breaking, a vivid summer pink. Gloria sighed. She was really discovering sex for the first time in her thirty-one years. Even as she smoked, she played with the boy's long, limp rod, but she did it carnally, her mind whirling with obscene possibilities.

In a small town like this, sheltered on the coast of California, the boys and girls who frequented her library were tanned and healthy and innocent. She knew they smoked grass and drank beer, but in a naive, experimental way. And they streamed in and out of her library all day long. She knew many of them by their first names, and more than once she'd sucked all of them off in her imagination. She would eagerly let the ruggedly built boys mass-rape her afterward, and then crouch lustfully over the girls sweet face. But they were only fantasies.

Her ripe, naked flesh hummed with sexual awakening, her soaked cunt still softly throbbed with fulfillment. Gloria began to wonder. They were so innocent and captivating, so easy to seduce. She'd read a great deal about adolescent psychology. Just push the proper buttons, and the juices begin to pour.

Brian's cock began to stiffen while he slept, and Gloria began to jerk it in her warm fist, watching it rise with gleaming eyes. She had at least five years of gnawing sexual frustration to make up for, and one hell of a lot of exploring to do, with boys and girls.

But why take dangerous chances at the library, when she had this handsome boy with his beautiful hard cock every night? And there was another room for rent. So why take foolhardy chances?

Moaning happily, the aroused brunette hunched down and pressed her hot, swollen tits around Brian's bristling hard-on. He was still half-asleep as she began to fuck him with her luscious breasts. She used her hands to rub and tease the velvety flesh around his long rod. He came in less than three minutes, spattering his molten juice over her soft tits.

Gloria quickly sat up and held her creamy breasts up in her hands, lasciviously licking up his jism. But with each new sex adventure, she craved something hotter and wilder. She wanted an endless chain of new depraved thrills.

Brian was asleep again in two minutes, but Gloria was wide awake, vibrating with sheer sex energy. She rolled his warm cream around in her mouth, thinking hard. She'd play it safe. She had this gorgeous young stud in the bedroom next to hers every night, and she had a spare bedroom for rent. Why play perilous games at her job when she could have everything here in the safety of her on house?

All she wanted was a nice young college girl to rent the other bedroom. She needn't be beautiful, just well-stacked, or at least with sexy tortures, especially her mouth. As eagerly as Brian had eaten her hot pussy, Gloria knew girls were far more sensitive.

A fierce new excitement soared in the ripe brunette's blood. You could play an almost endless number of games with a handsome, superbly hung boy and a pretty girl. You could watch and join and direct and explore and suck and fuck with ravenous delight after all the restless, lonely nights…

Even if she had to maintain her cool, aloof image at work, she could still play any role she wanted in her own home. Sexy clothes and lingerie, and makeup. Deep down, every woman wanted to be a whore for just one night, an unashamed, madly fucking nymph, giving in to every violent desire.

And Gloria could do it every night. All she had to do was keep her composure at the library, play it cool, and resist temptation. It wouldn't be hard at all, really, she thought.

Even then, the lush, passionately awakened librarian knew that was a damned lie.

CHAPTER TWO

Gloria knew, with an eerie thrill of fear, that she was losing her control that same afternoon. She hadn't gone to the library until noon. She had gotten her boarder erect twice more, and feverishly drained him dry each time. Normally, when she came in at noon she had the option of leaving either at five or closing the library herself at nine.

Tonight she knew she would close the library. She would not be alone. The only question was – a boy or a girl?

There were moments when her heart hammered against her chest and her lips tingled fiercely when she was a lovely young girl through her glass-walled office. Those pert young tits and utterly luscious little asses bounced, invitingly outlined through their tight skirts or jeans. She imagined the silky feel of theft hot young cheeks beneath her spanking fingers, teasing the crevice of their satiny asscheeks with her loving tongue, then plunging deep and ravenously into their succulent hot slits…

A few minutes later, a clean-cut boy would pass by, and the secretly amused brunette would lick her sensuous lips as she gazed at his crotch. Her pussy was beginning to seep hotly in her panties. Somehow the risk didn't seem important anymore. Her long arduous fuck session in the early hours that morning had ripped the lid off her buried passion, and her obscene imagination ran wild.

But in spite of her constantly throbbing cunt and erotic flashes, Gloria knew the hazards of trying to seduce a young girl in her library office after hours were tremendous. You simply didn't suck off and masturbate girls, especially in a conservative town like this. The same act with a boy carried much less risk.

And the librarian had a growing curiosity about cocks. She knew they came in various sizes and shapes, but she'd seen and had so few, she wondered if they all tasted alike – hot and male and bursting with power. She wondered if all their come tasted salty and pungent, and if they all had tiny purple veins throbbing in their meat.

By eight o'clock that evening, Gloria realized you couldn't think about one thing for eight solid hours and not do something about it. Her fully curved tits were clammy with excitement and her panties were soaked with eager wetness. She gazed out at the library. There were only two boys and a girl, ail by themselves, reading and making notes.

She knew one of the boys, a football player who'd talked to her once because he was really concerned about his poor grades. He spent four or five nights a week, studying intensely. He had a huge bulge jutting out from his tight jeans. He wasn't overly bright, but a very nice boy, the librarian told herself. Judging from his crotch, his cock would be immense.

Could he be trusted? By quarter to nine, he was the only one left in the library, and Gloria didn't give a damn whether he could be trusted or not. She was so hot, she thought that she would fuck a dog if one wandered in. She recalled the boy's name was Jack. She left her office and approached him. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Hi, Miss Shannon," he said. "Casing time?"

With his blond good looks the star football player undoubtedly had plenty of girls, thought Gloria. Now she would show him the difference between a girl and a woman.

"As a matter of fact yes, Jack. But I need your muscles for a few minutes. Would you mind?"

He stood up, without a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Sure, Miss Shannon, just name it," he said.

The shapely brunette felt her knees tremble as she went to lock the library doors. All she had to do was play it safe with Brian in her own house.

His hot, bristling young cock was enough to satisfy any passionate woman. But after five years, Gloria wasn't just passionate – she was approaching the point of sheer insatiability. The risk was half the fun, a kind of perverse challenge that drove the voluptuous brunette with relentless, lustful power.

"In my office, Jack," she told him.

He followed her into her office, and she turned the master switch that shut off the library lights. She switched on a desk lamp and turned off the overhead light. Jack watched her, baffled. Nervously, Gloria sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. Glancing at his massive crotch, she knew a herd of bulls couldn't stop her now.

"Sit here," she said huskily, patting the sofa beside her. "I want to have a little talk with you, Jack."

Puzzled, the eighteen-year-old sat on the sofa. Not a single thought of sex had crossed his mind, not with the aloof, respectable town librarian. Gloria spoke as she took off her glasses, and uncoiled her hair.

"I know you're worried about your studies, Jack," she said. "Don't be. You'll pass in school. Just grind the homework out and you won't fail. But there's something more important than that." Jack felt a sharp tingle in his long prick. She looked completely different with her glasses off and hair down – striking and sexy. Her eyes were huge and luminous, burning through him with an unmistakable message. Good Christ, the librarian had the hots for him!

"Intelligence isn't everything, Jack," she whispered, putting a hand on his thigh, and rubbing slowly toward his swelling cock. "Being a man is even more important. We both know a lot of arrogant twerps with brains, but they're not all men, are they? I think you're a man already, Jack. I want you to prove it to me."

The football player gulped. "Prove it to you?" Normally, he went about fucking a girl simply by taking her to a drive-in movie or to the woods outside of town, necking with her and then shoving it to her. But this was a lady – a tall, leggy lady with class, not a giggling football groupie at a drive-in movie. And she wanted him to prove he was a man.

"Prove ft to me," she repeated in a sultry voice. She rubbed her hot palm over his thick crotch, and his massive cock leaped instantly.

"Take off your pants," she whispered, her face suddenly contorted with lust. "Show me your big cock and I'll give you the blowjob of your lifetime, Jack."

His mouth dropped open. She had already unzipped his fly and was groping eagerly for his rod. She brought it out with a low hiss of pleasure. Jack watched the town librarian with astonishment as she licked her lips with lewd excitement and jerked his meat softly in her hot fist.

"Oh, that's a beauty, Jack!" she exclaimed. "You are a man, aren't you? Be honest with me, now, darling, when was the last time you had it?"

If he hadn't been so startled and awkward, Jack would have shot off in her fingers at that moment. She continued to play lewdly with his cock while she rolled up her skirt, and began to slide her panties and nylons down. His eyes went down to her creamy thighs and pink, glistening cunt and he swallowed hard.

"I said," Gloria feverishly murmured, "when was the last time you had sex? And with who?"

The fiercely aroused brunette unbuckled his belt, and rolled his pants down while he talked. She yearned for it this way in her vivid imagination so many times. She was half-dressed, naked only from the waist down so she could feel deliciously guilty, as if she were fucking a stranger on the spur of the moment. It was a scenario she had to follow through.

She wanted the details from him – the wanton highlights of his last sex episode, as if she could make up for five years of sex starvation by listening to this young stud's lustful exploits.

"What was she like?" Gloria urged, dropping to her knees between his thighs. She had both her hands around his hot meat, her eyes smoldering on the milky drop oozing out of his crimson cockknob. She watched it grow bigger and bigger, holding her breath with lascivious hunger.

"She was okay," Jack said hoarsely. He'd never been to a whorehouse, but it couldn't possibly surpass this, he thought. Jesus, the cool, elegant town librarian was the hottest thing he'd ever seen once she let her hair – and her panties – down. She made soft crooning sounds as she lovingly stroked his hard cock in her fingers. Her sensuous mouth edged closer to his knob.

"What was her cunt like?" Gloria asked eagerly. "Hot and luscious? Really tight? Did she blow you?"

Gloria used the obscene words with calculated effect, feeling a sharp thrill as his gigantic cock grew rock hard in her fingers. The creamy drop oozing out of his purple knob was huge now, but so thick it didn't drip. Eagerly, Gloria flicked out her tongue and licked it up. Jack groaned with lust.

"She was… she was pretty hot, Miss Shannon," he mumbled. "She, uh, she went down on me but she wouldn't let me come in her mouth."

"Want to come in my mouth?" Gloria asked quickly.

Tantalizing him, the kneeling half-naked brunette swirled her wet tongue around his pulsing knob. Then she dipped her head underneath and kissed his mammoth, hairy balls, while using her tongue to tickle him. She'd gotten him hot and she knew she could get him to gush a torrent into her mouth in less than a minute.

"Yeah, sure," Jack mumbled. A moment later he grunted as she hungrily seized almost five inches of his long, pounding cock in her mouth. She jerked his rod and whipped her mouth back and forth at the same time in a frenzied tempo. Her lust erupted with total abandon. Even in her uncontrollable passion, the lust-inspired brunette was comparing, calculating and savoring every burning inch of his hot cock. He was definitely bigger than Brian. He was a bull with balls like small grapefruits. No dreamy, coaxing blowjob for this stud, Gloria decided feverishly. She wanted his boiling come fast, stinging her throat and burning her insides.

Then, once she took the edge off his lust, she could love his engorged rod until she fainted.

An athletic type, Jack was never much for words. But he groaned and gasped and held her head firmly in his huge hands as he fucked the voracious librarian's hot mouth eagerly. Thrill after electrifying thrill tore through his throbbing cock as Gloria sucked furiously, barely able to get her fingers around his massive, hard prick.

"Coming!" Jack grunted. "Oh lady, that's hot and wild!"

Low animal moans came from Gloria's throat the moment he began to spurt. For almost a full minute he shot off into her frantically sucking mouth. Gulping greedily, Gloria thought she might choke on the salty flood as she stroked her lips passionately on his softening cockmeat. Limp, his huge prick still filled her warm mouth.

Panting, the librarian straddled his hips as she sat on the sofa, facing him. She lewdly rubbed her hot, wet cunt over his cockmeat while she cupped and hefted his balls. Using words as well as her throbbing wet pussy, she got him hard again in less than a minute.

"Love your hot cock, Jack," she whispered, snaking her tongue in his ear. Whoever this hot-breasted madly amused and fantastically sexy brunette was, Jack knew it couldn't be the librarian. She looked completely different, acted totally different and, in fad, made his favorite piece of ass seem like a clumsy girl scout in comparison. Maybe she was schizo, Jack thought. He didn't know the exact meaning of the word, but he vaguely connected it with a dual personality. His cock boiled hard in seconds, but still Gloria teased him, rubbing his knob with diabolical slowness against her luscious wet cuntlips.

"She was sixteen," Jack stammered, slipping his hands beneath her blouse to grasp her ripe, silky tits. "She was pretty tight, Miss Shannon, but so help me, she wasn't half as hot as you. Oh shit, that's good! Hey, that's – ummmm! – that's hot pussy, wheeeewwwwwwww!"

The moaning brunette suddenly caught him by surprise, sliding her juicy cunt down on his cockshaft almost to the hilt. Gloria let out a yelp of pain – he felt like a heated baseball bat rammed up her tender slit – but then, as her hot pussy juices began to flow freely, the sobbing librarian began to fuck the eighteen-year-old boy in earnest.

She sucked in her breath as she swung her engorged cunt in wide circles, feeling his thick meat tingle every inch of her hotly sucking pussy. Then Gloria shifted to a rapid back-and-forth jerking of her hips, screaming softly as his massive rod battered her tight cunt mercilessly. Accompanying every hot thrill was the delicious, guilty sensation of urgency, as though they might be caught at any moment.

His brawny hands still groped her swollen, heaving tits beneath her blouse. Jack, who was used to petite breasts, thought Gloria's burning mounds felt like overripe melons. Her hot, frantic cunt oozed a steady stream of juice onto his cock and balls, and she clawed his back in a frenzy and muttered incoherently.

"Love young pricks!" the sobbing librarian cried. "Love to fuck, honey! Yes, yesssss! Oh God I'm starting to come – ooooooo! – I can't stop coming, Jeeeeeesus Christ, love it!"

Gloria whipped her soaked cunt up bud down on his colossal cockrod with loud, obscene moans. Her orgasm blazed intensely. Since last night, each climax was more thrilling and violent than the last. Each mad fucking session was more shattering and fiery to her love starved cunt.

"Me too!" Jack groaned, and his cock exploded beneath her fiercely sucking cunt. Her sweating naked ass slapped furiously against his crotch as she rode his cockmeat screaming with bliss. Her entire body shuddered from head to toe as his come spurted hot and deep into her throbbing cunt.

Long after he stopped ejaculating, the moaning librarian twitched her silken cunt hungrily on his deflated cockrod and rubbed his back with frantic fingers.

"How was it?" she whispered anxiously. "How do I compare with your girlfriends, Jack? Was it nice and hot and juicy?"

"Skit, yes!" Jack blurted out, still heaving for breath.

Her creamy tits still ached with excitement. Gloria climbed off him. Once again, she was sated – for the moment. And once again she felt reassured, womanly, completely feminine.

But, with a deep sigh, the trembling brunette knew it couldn't last. Shocked, she realized she was actually in her own office, in the library, not safe and secretive at home. She'd just seduced, sucked and fucked her second teenaged boy in twelve hours. She was driven by an irresistible compulsion.

"You'd better get dressed now," she told Jack in a worried voice. "I want to talk with you before you leave."

She brought her skirt, panties and nylons into her private bathroom. Trembling, she closed her eyes and scooped up the boy's dripping warm come that was trailing down her sleek thighs. She brought her wet fingers up to her lips and licked the sticky fluid with depraved eagerness.

She calmly dressed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. In less than a minute, she made the transition from stunning, wild-eyed nympho to cool, precise librarian. She pinned up her hair rapidly and put her glasses back on.

"You really had better get a grip on yourself," she told her image in the mirror, "or you're in big trouble, Miss Shannon."

Back in her office, Jack was dressed and looked excited and sheepish at the same time. He already had another urgent hard-on straining at his pants. She licked her lips, but resisted the temptation. Brian would be at home, waiting for her eagerly.

"Now listen to me," she told Jack in a firm voice. "If you so much as mention a word of this to anyone, I'm ruined in this town. You understand that, don't you, Jack?"

"Hell, sure I do, Miss Shannon," Jack said. "You don't have to worry about that. Honest, you can trust me."

"Famous last words," Gloria muttered dryly.

"Can I see you tomorrow night too?" he asked anxiously.

Only if you bring your girlfriend, Gloria was about to say. Now that would really be dangerous.

"We'll see," she hedged. "You run along now, Jack. Not a word, please, not a single word."

She locked the library doom behind him and then returned to her office. Sitting behind her desk, she lit a cigarette and basked in the familiar hot glow at contentment spreading outward from her tingling cunt.

And with it came the cold finger of fear. She simply couldn't go on like this, like a lust-crazed nymphomaniac who had to have it on the spot, fast and fierce. But five years of denial had left the lush brunette explosively hot and unpredictable, with an overpowering desire to make up far lost time. All she had to do was avoid the crazy risks, play it safe by milking every molten drop of Brian's quivering young cock night after night.

From now on she would do that, Gloria promised herself. No more wild, urgent lapses in her office at night. No more furtive, lewdly exciting blowjobs arid torrid screwing sessions with handsome, hung young boys in the library. She would definitely get a grip on her insane passion at once.

Definitely.

Except… just once she'd like sex with a sweet young girl, a ripening blossom with cute tits and a darling ass. Just once, to satisfy her driving curiosity. And then maybe just one threesome, cocks and pussies grinding hotly together…

With a sigh, Gloria locked up the library and went out to her car. Her ripe, hot-breasted body felt like a time bomb, ticking away for the inevitable explosion.

It would come with shattering swiftness, much sooner than the hungry brunette expected.

CHAPTER THREE

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.

CHAPTER FOUR

The errand Gloria went on took much, much longer than she had expected, for it held more than its share of shattering thrills.

She figured on a fast drive to Los Angeles and back. That included the shopping she intended to do and would bring her back to her house by seven, just in time to cook dinner for Cindy and Brian. She would include liberal amounts of wine to get the young pair primed. The items she had in mind could not be purchased in the small town she lived in, because there wasn't a single sex specialty shop anywhere near it. But there were plenty of them in Los Angeles, and she had their addresses written down on a list.

The librarian had kept a sharp eye out over the past few months for ads in the really raunchy sex magazines. She knew exactly where to go to get every item she wanted. She was at the end of her topping spree, purchasing her last item – a short, vicious-looking black whip, with seven trailing thongs – when it happened.

The shop sold mostly leather items, with a variety of whips and other devices. It also carried manacles and huge dildos, along with a vast display rack of sexy magazines and books. The clerk was discreetly trying to sell Gloria a set of leather panties and bra – the panties were skin-soft and open at the crotch, and the bra had openings for nipples to protrude. Then the man standing beside her at the counter spoke up.

"That's a beautiful whip," he told her, stroking it on the counter. "Are you planning to use it yourself, or, uh, have it used?"

She was on the verge of telling him to get lost when she hesitated, a wild idea sparking in her mind. For one thing, he was good-looking in a strong, brutal sort of way. He looked about thirty-five and was well-dressed. He certainly was not a creep. He was sexy in a rage, rugged sort of way. And was definitely horny from the bold way he ran his cool eyes over her figure.

"Are you in the habit of trying to pick up women in places like this?" she retorted.

He grinned charmingly.

"I'm in the habit of picking up beautiful women anywhere."

He picked up the whip and fondled it.

"I'd guess you were going to use the whip to train someone," he said, "but at the same time, you look like you have a driving curiosity about what it feels like yourself. Am I right?"

"Sharp as a tack," she said dryly. "But I don't come that easy."

"Wrap up the whip," she told the clerk. "That's all I want."

"There's a bar just down the street," he persisted.

His eyes bored into hers. There was something so rugged and strong about him, she felt both fear and excitement. The bastard was a good psychologist, anyway. He knew exactly why, she wanted the whip.

"The name of the game is adventure," he added softly. "That's why you're buying the whip. Let's have a drink and talk it over…"

Hell, why not? Gloria thought excitedly. As long as she was on a shopping spree, why not go on a little sex spree? Then he said something that clinched her decision.

"I'd like you to meet my wife," he said, grinning. "She's beautiful like yourself, not as well endowed, but she has her appeal. I think you two would like each other."

"You wouldn't happen to be a psychologist by chance, would you?" she asked.

He'd already, taken her arm and was guiding her out the door. "Just an amateur, honey. But you weren't in a shop like that to buy a Holy Bible, were you? You might say my wife and I have developed an instinct for passionate women who have, ah, special needs. Women who like whips have very special needs."

He's too smooth, thought Gloria, but masculine as hell, and different. Maybe she'd lived in a small town all her life, but she knew swingers were common in this city. She felt strange being picked up so casually, though, and even the exciting prospect of variety wouldn't shatter her stubborn resistance.

"I'd have to meet your wife first," Gloria said firmly. "Don't get the idea I'm a pushover."

"We're going to meet her right now," he assured her, guiding her into a bar. "In fact, we were having a drink together when I decided to drop into the shop and buy a couple of magazines. Then I saw you, and couldn't resist."

"Save the charm," Gloria retorted.

He probably hung around the area of the shop, waiting for unescorted women to go in, she thought. But the librarian was curious about his wife, having had her first taste of cunnilingus just hours before. She would have a drink with them and leave.

The man guided Gloria to a booth. A woman of about twenty-live was sipping a drink and smoking. She was slender, dark-haired, with shining black eyes and a very ripe, sexy mouth. There was a hint of cruelty to her smile as the introductions were made. Gloria sat next to the wife, Lisa, facing her husband.

They were a strange, handsome couple, chatting easily on a number of subjects, talking, in fact, about everything except sex. Smart, Gloria thought, they were putting her at ease. The librarian may have been a country girl at heart, but she'd read enough books on psychology to know they were smoothly relaxing her before propositioning her. They were on their second martini when Lisa got up to go to the ladies' room.

"Come an with me for a minute, Gloria," Lisa smiled. "I'll show you my etchings."

Driven by a hot curiosity, Gloria followed her into the bathroom, watching her sensuous ass and long legs sway beneath her skirt. She was very sexy, the brunette decided. And variety was the spice of life, wasn't it?

Once they were alone in the ladies' room, Lisa stepped up to her and kissed her torridly on the mouth, running her hands down over her hips and ass. Her polite veneer quickly dropped away, revealing sheer urgent desire.

"Come on with me into the stall," Lisa whispered huskily in her ear. "Come on, honey, you really turn me on, Christ, you're stacked! Come on!"

Gloria trembled, feeling weak and wildly excited in the pit of her stomach. "If someone comes in…"

"We're the only women in the bar, damnit. Come on!"

The brunette felt herself being pulled into the stall. Quickly, Lisa locked the door. Her high, pointed tits ached as she sat on the toilet seat. Lisa's eyes focused on Gloria as she pulled up Gloria's skirt and slid her panties down below her knees in a rapid movement.

"Closer," the dark haired swinger urged. "Bring it close to my mouth. Hurry!"

Lisa's electrifying excitement was contagious. Gloria nudged her throbbing cunt close to Lisa's wet lips. The hot, panting swinger clutched the brunette's naked ass savagely. She nuzzled her warm mouth against Gloria's hot cunt and began sucking on her clit feverishly, flicking her burning tongue against the sensitive bud to make Gloria moan with lust.

Gloria felt a tremendous new excitement soaring in her blood. Going down on a girl in the privacy of her own home was one thing, but getting her cunt eaten by a beautiful swinger in the ladies' room of a bar sparked the most obscene lust of her life. Lisa's frantic tongue had already brought her to the verge of a wild climax. Her moans grew louder. Gloria crushed Lisa's face lewdly to her naked cunt, glancing fearfully over her shoulder, wondering if someone would come m.

Suddenly Lisa drew her mouth back, licking her lips with her long pink tongue.

"Don't stop!" Gloria hissed urgently. "Just another minute or two…"

"We might get caught here," Lisa and as she rolled Gloria's panties up with deft movements and then pulled down her skirt. The slender, breathless woman stood up, squeezing Gloria's lush tits through her blouse, and sensuously ground her warm crotch to Gloria's.

"Listen, honey, we'll finish this over at our place, okay?" Lisa whispered. "I'll let you use your new whip on me, all right? And Carl is a terrific fuck, really. I'd just love to watch you two in action. Let's go, we live only a few blocks away."

Again Gloria felt herself being pulled headlong into a sex adventure, but she couldn't still the cry of alarm in the back of her mind. Yet Lisa's quick, frantic tongue lashing, her urgent sexiness and her promise to let Gloria use the whip on her naked body left the brunette powerfully aroused.

Their car was parked outside the bar. Carl drove in silence, with Gloria sitting between the couple. Lisa slid her fingers beneath the brunette's skirt to caress her moist pantycrotch. Their apartment was large and tastefully furnished. Once she was inside, the librarian felt a flood of relief mingling with her hot excitement.

She was about to have sex with two handsome swingers, and they were obviously experienced. Why not use the experience with Brian and Cindy at home?

Carl made martinis while Lisa disappeared into a bedroom.

"Feel it," he told Gloria, catching her gaze on his raging hard-on. He stepped close to her. "Go ahead, feel my cock, honey."

She reached out and felt the hot, thick pounding in his pants. God, he was big!

"I can't stay long," she told him. "I've got to drive up north soon."

"To try out your new whip?" he grinned, and Gloria felt a stab of uneasiness again. She sipped her martini. Why should her first threesome make her so nervous?

Her answer came sauntering out of the bedroom a few moments later. Gloria lost her breath and widened her eyes, and then felt her first tremor of real fear.

Lisa was naked from the waist up. Her petite, pointed tits were a stark milk-white, with huge tan nipples. Beneath her narrow waist, she wore sheer black panties, with her lush black triangle of cunt hairs showing through. Her slender legs were clad in misty black nylons, and she wore black leather boots with five-inch heels. She was stunningly sexy, but two things frightened Gloria.

One, she carried a whip in her hand – longer and more vicious than the kind Gloria had bought. And she had the look of wild, glazed excitement in her eyes. She left no doubt in the trembling brunette's mind as to who would be using the whip. She looked like a Goddess of vengeance as she sensuously approached Gloria, twitching the whip in her hand.

She reached out with a strange smile and caressed Gloria's thighs with the butt of the whip.

Gloria looked at Carl. There was a taut smile on his face, too, and the librarian suddenly had the sickening feeling that she'd fallen into a trap.

"I… I think I ought to leave now," she said in a trembling voice. "I've got to run, really."

"You'll run, honey," Lisa told her in her husky voice. "You'll run up the wall by the time we finish with you. By the time we finish with you, you'll be giving blowjobs to women in ladies' rooms. You'll learn just how far you can go too. So you want to know all about whips, do you?"

The sultry, dark-haired beauty stepped closer, rubbing Gloria's ripely curved ass in her fingers.

"I'll teach you everything, honey. All you've ever wanted to know about pain and pleasure. I know, because I've been through it all. Haven't I, Carl?"

He nodded, finishing his drink and putting it aside.

"If we had a dollar for every hot cunt Lisa has primed in the ladies' rooms of bars and hotels, we could retire tomorrow," Carl said. "Games are the essence of life, you see."

He talked casually as he began to undress. Gloria listened as though hypnotized, feeling utterly weak and helpless. She began to realize for the first time how completely naive she was sexually. They weren't sweet, innocent boys and girls. They were professional swingers – the hard, big city brand, smooth and persuasive in their approach, and savage as hell on their home ground.

"When I first met Lisa seven years ago, she was a very sweet young thing," Carl said, slipping off his pants and shorts. His prick loomed out gigantically, crimson and rock hard. It quivered with lustful power.

He signaled his wife with a nod. Lisa began to undress Gloria with crisp, practiced movements. The brunette's knees shook, but she was too paralyzed with fear to resist.

"After three months I turned her on to the ecstasies of pain," Carl said. "Now she turns other people an, for a handsome profit, of course. You'd be surprised at her clientele, almost as many men as women. But even Lisa needs a little recreation now and then, and you're just her type, Gloria. Big hot tits and a lovely ripe ass, brimming with country health."

"It's the society bitches I hate," Lisa said with abrupt viciousness. "I force them to lick my toes while I whip their pampered asses. Then after they eat me and suck my asshole, I fuck them half to death."

Gloria was completely naked, shivering.

"You… you fuck them? How?" she whispered curiously.

Lisa grinned.

"You'll see," she promised.

She squeezed Gloria's creamy asscheeks.

"God, I love your hot ass, lady. Those society bitches are all either skinny as a rail or dumpy like a sack of potatoes. How about the memory game to start with?" she asked her husband.

Carl nodded and went over to the sofa, slumping back on it with his legs spread. His dark hairy balls seemed monstrous beneath his long rod.

Lisa nudged the trembling librarian toward her husband, using the butt of the whip to prod her.

"On your knees between his legs," she said in a harsh voice. "And pay very careful attention to what he says."

Dazed, Gloria crouched on her knees before his looming red prick. She could feel Lisa's sultry, menacing presence behind her. She gasped as the dark-baked swinger gently teased her helpless ass with the whip thongs, tailing them over her satiny flesh in an ominous caress.

"The memory game works as follows," Carl said. "Listen and concentrate: when I say suck, you don't suck my cock, you lick my balls instead. When I say lick, you don't lick but suck my prick fast and furiously. When I call bite, you do not bite, but you grasp only the knob of my cock in your lips and whirl your tongue around it. When I say kiss, you tease my cock with your teeth, but very carefully. And when I say stop, you do not stop, Gloria, but you whip your mouth up-and-down and side-to-side on my cock as though your life depended on it."

He paused to glance at his watch.

"You have precisely seven minutes to make me come. Needless to say, you'd better give one hell of a blowjob. And I ought to warn you I've been sucked off by the best, Lisa included, and it usually takes her almost ten minutes to get my rocks off. Put your palms on the floor, so that you're on all fours."

"Like a doggie," Lisa chuckled behind her. "You can't use your hands to help either, honey. Ready?"

"No, wait!" Gloria cried, shaking with panic. "What happens if I get a command wrong? Or if you don't come in seven minutes?"

Her reply was a shattering lash of the whip on her naked ass. A sharp scream tore from Gloria's throat. The pain blazed intensely on her bare asscheeks. She fought to catch her breath.

"You'll learn to love it, honey," Lisa said behind her. "And you'll learn to dish it out, too. Ready now?"

"One minute," Gloria begged tearfully. "Just let me think for one minute. It's so hard to remember all that."

"Hell, there are only five words," the sexy swinger said with contempt. "Sometimes we play this game with ten code words. And if he doesn't come in seven minutes, you get the lash every ten seconds thereafter, like clockwork."

"Lisa loves to whip beautiful asses," Carl said, studying his watch. "It excites the hell out of her. Among other things. Right, Lisa?"

"Damned right," his wife said, her eyes blazing lewdly on Gloria's ripe naked cheeks. The whipping turned the creamy mounds into a glowing crimson that really aroused her. Lisa sank her teeth into the hot soft flesh of Gloria in lustful animal bites.

In the back of the sultry, hot-eyed swinger's mind was a distant memory of being sweet and innocent once. That was only seven years ago, but now it seemed like a million. Too many strange kicks and bizarre clients had shattered that memory, and now the only way she could have that elusive climax rippling through her jaded cunt was through pure teasing cruelty.

"Time," Carl announced. "You have five seconds to respond to each signal. If you make the wrong move, the whip comes down. If you hesitate longer than five seconds, you get the whip. Remember to keep your palms on the floor. Bite!"

Gloria hesitated, her tits panting furiously with fear, her mind struggling to get the signal right. She felt Lisa rustling impatiently behind her and a sob tore from the helpless brunette's throat. She could feel the whip being raised in a high arc behind her… and then she remembered.

Urgently, she grasped the hot purple knob of Carl's meat in her lips and whirled her tongue rapidly around it. Her ass quivered with tension.

"Very good," he told her encouragingly. "Excellent, I like your hot mouth, Gloria. Mmmmmmm, suck!"

Without thinking, the anxious librarian began to suck his cockrod in long strokes of her mouth. Her reward was almost instantaneous. A low agonized scream escaped her as the leather thongs raked across her naked ass in a fury.

Her mind whirled frantically. Suck meant bite, didn't it? Or did it mean lick? Yes, lick! Sobbing, Gloria nuzzled her mouth beneath his burning meat and licked eagerly at his balls, her helpless buttocks on fire with white-hot pain. God, that sexy bitch behind her was vicious! But it was tremendously exciting.

"You're doing very well," Carl told her, his balls hotly tingling from her eager tongue. Actually, his wife could give him the most torrid blowjob in existence, but like Lisa, he had to have variety to climax.

And the only way he could get his rocks off any more was to watch his sensuous, dark-eyed young wife rule over other sexy women while he ravaged their mouths and pussies and assholes. With her silky bare tits heaving excitedly and her long slender legs clad in misty black nylons and boots, Lisa looked like a wild-eyed angel of vengeance, giving out punishment with fierce, obscene relish.

"Kiss!" he commanded.

The brunette hesitated, sobbing, her huge creamy tits trembling with alarm. At the very last second she remembered the correct response, and feverishly Gloria clutched his searing cockmeat in her mouth and slowly sucked, ripping her teeth gently across his rod.

"Damn," Lisa murmured, lowering the whip with frustration. Gloria's naked ass was a bright pink now, but far from the lustful red hue the swinger loved to inflict. Lisa soothed herself. Tonight she had an appointment with a stockbroker's wife. The variation they played consisted of having her eat Lisa's cunt while Lisa called out a confusing array of words. The broker's wife hardly ever got any of the codes, and her big hot ass was always a flaming crimson when they finished. Then Carl would rape the housewife's tortured anus until she fainted from agony. But this one, blowing her husband with delighted whimpers, really turned Lisa on. If she could eat pussy with half the enthusiasm and, fear she was showing with Carl's cock, the swinger was in for a wild time.

"Okay," Carl said casually. "Stop."

With a sigh of relief, Gloria raised her head. It was over with, thank God! Grinning behind her, Lisa raised the whip and tore it across Gloria's ripe ass with depraved passion.

"Aaaaaagh!" shrieked the shuddering librarian. "Why… why?"

The whip stung again, and moaning and trembling on all fours, Gloria's mind flashed on the signal. Frantically, ac seized Carl's bristling prick in her mouth and began to whip her head up-and-down, then from side-to-side. Her naked buttocks were blazing with torment and she sucked fiercely, praying he would come soon.

But just beneath the shattering pain ripping across her naked, helpless asscheeks, the tortured brunette felt a faint ripple of eerie ecstasy. My God, she thought, I'm beginning to enjoy it! She couldn't see her punisher behind her, but the vivid image of Lisa whirled in her mind, sensuous, burning-eyed, and reeking with sex and domination.

"Bite!" Carl ordered.

Without hesitation, Gloria clutched his giant cockknob in her lips and swirled her tongue furiously around. She was getting tremendously excited now, beginning to love the challenge of the game. If she didn't lose her head, she had every code ward memorized by now. But how much time did she have left, to make him come?

"Excellent," Carl told her, feeling the knot of his climax building up rapidly beneath her frenzied lips and tongue. He glanced at his watch. She had almost four minutes to go. Lisa's face was contorted with lust and frustration. It was dirty-trick time. After all, he had to keep his wife happy, too. She was his bread and butter.

"Eat!" he commanded.

Gloria froze in panic. Damn, what did eat signify? Kiss, suck, bite, lap his balls? She sobbed, unable to remember.

And, with a broad grin of obscene triumph, the sultry swinger lashed out furiously with her whip, panting as Gloria's pink buttocks turned flaming red. Three times she tore the whip down, then paused, feeling her cunt tickle hotly.

"Eeeeee!" the brunette wailed. "God, killing me, no, please!"

"That was a false alarm," Carl told her casually. "Just to keep you on your toes, honey. Now lick!"

It took four seconds of Gloria's dazed mind to register the code. Just as the whip rose high again, she started to suck his thick cock meat in a frenzy of lust, using her hot mouth in tight, juicy strokes. She wanted him with all her might to explode his jism deep in her throat.

The commands came faster now, but Gloria's alert mind responded instantly. As the blazing glow in her lush, tortured ass spread through her loins, and as his huge prick hardened and swelled in her eager mouth, the passionate brunette felt the beginning of a strange, molten orgasm shudder through her hotly soaked cunt.

Deliberately, she missed the next command.

When the bolt of pain tore through her trembling ass, she quickly realized why. She began to crave the punishment, confusing it with the thrilling mass of Carl's long rod in her mouth and the mad, lustful tingle in her cunt.

The naked, helpless librarian could no longer distinguish between pain and ecstasy. Fiery waves of lewd bliss shattered at the same time through her mouth, her dripping cunt, end her ravaged asscheeks as she sucked Carl off with deep whimpers of excitement.

The strange sex game was a form of obedience training, as though she were a dog on all fours, and she was learning to love the weak, helpless sensation of being someone else's sex slave.

Carl glanced at his watch, the boiling knot in his loins was beginning to burst beneath liar juicy, feverish mouth. Thirty seconds to go. Another dirty trick? He looked at his wife, but Lisa's smoldering eyes were riveted to Gloria's crimson ass, and he knew she was primed for her own violent orgasms. Her small white tits were heaving rapidly, and she was licking her ripe lips with impatience.

"Suck, lick, bite! Ten seconds apiece!" he snapped out.

Without missing a stroke of her frantic hot lips and tongue, Gloria executed each signal with precision. She issued a long, low moan of relief and lust as his boiling cream began to spurt in her mouth, flooding her aching throat.

"Ahhhh, shit, that's a good blowjob!" Carl gasped as the ravenous brunette drained his molten juice with a furious suction. "Damn… ungh! Damn good, lady! Wheeeww, you are a natural born cocksucker. Your mouth is all fire and greed, very good."

When the last trickle of his come seeped into her mouth, Gloria collapsed with her head in her arms, sobbing and shaking. Lisa flung the whip aside and crouched behind their trembling victim. She clutched Gloria's burning ripe ass in her fingers and gently sucked and bit the silky flesh, loving the soft heat in her mouth. Then the panting swinger lasciviously flicked out her long tongue and ran it along the crevice of Gloria's blazing ass. She felt an eerie thrill in her lips and tongue.

Still slumped on the sofa with his long wet cock dangling, Carl watched his wife arouse herself to a feverish pitch. Strange girl, Lisa, but after all, he'd made her that way.

He'd purposely turned a lovely, innocent young girl into a depraved, insatiable swinger, a passionately hungry switch-hitter who kept them living in luxury. He got his own kicks in the bargain, watching her torture and brutally tease and fuck a steady stream of respectable housewives and society bitches – including a famous Hollywood actress who was a sex-symbol for every red-blooded American male – all for a handsome profit. He frequently joined in the games too.

Carl had never taken a course in psychology, but he knew human nature with, a sharp, accurate cunning. He'd spotted the stacked brunette in the kinky shop, gauged her to be about thirty, and just discovering sex. It was Carl's solid conviction that any woman could be turned into a switch-hitter with the proper come-on and training.

He'd cultivated a very successful technique for building up Lisa's clientele. Usually, he'd pick the woman up, guess her weaknesses, and after working on her for a while, turn her over to Lisa, who would quickly hook her on her violent brand of sex. With Lisa's strikingly sexy looks, it was a surprisingly easy process. Depending on the victim, Carl would either seduce her gently over a period of time before switching her to Lisa, or, like the hot, statuesque brunette now whimpering happily on the floor as Lisa soothingly licked her asshole, he would decide she could be taken in one savage session.

Guilt was the secret. He could spot guilt reeking in a girl or a woman from fifty yards away. He could see the furtive look of guilt and shame on Gloria's face when she'd bought the whip, and he worked on it cleverly. Because wherever there was guilt, there was a powerful need for punishment and humiliation. A lot of the high-society bitches had that secret look beneath their frosty expressions, and they had the money to pay for their torment.

The first session was usually free, but they always come back for more, and that's when they began charging whatever the traffic would bear. The minimum was usually a hundred a session. The actress paid four hundred for two sessions a month, just for the privilege of having Lisa furiously whip her hash ass before forcing her to lick every inch of her satiny, slender body and then devour Lisa's juicy cunt like a starved animal. Lisa had used the priming, urgent blowjob trick in the ladies' room of a Beverly Hills bar to pick up the actress. She got her so hot she was in tears when they left.

"Every time that bitch eats my cunt, I end up feeling like raw hamburger," Lisa would complain afterwards. "She just can't get enough of my cunt."

For a while they debated whether to film the actress going through her violent routine with Lisa through a one-way mirror, and then blackmailing her with the obscene pictures. But Carl rejected the idea. Once the word got around, and it wouldn't take long in Hollywood, they would lose their steady customers overnight. Lisa stood up now, her wild dark eyes burning with eagerness for the next step in the game. She began to strip her panties, nylons and boats. They would use the floor instead of the bed so they wouldn't have to change sheets for the broker's wife tonight.

The male customers Carl left strictly up to Lisa, who also had a sharp instinct for guilt.

Carl felt his cock rise again as he watched the voluptuous brunette, still twitching her pink ass and whimpering on the carpet. This one was solely for kicks, mainly for Lisa who loved big-breasted, ripe-used women in their prime. Especially with creamy smooth skin.

Stark naked now, his wife came over to him and jerked his long cock meat expertly in her fist, bringing it to its full engorged length in less than a minute.

"I'll start in on her," Lisa told him. "Fuck her straight, though, honey. Save her luscious asshole for me."

"Heaven help her," Carl murmured. His sex-crazed wife definitely had an anal fixation, which he'd also cultivated in her through careful training. You had to have an anal fixation in this business, where women were concerned. After all, you couldn't punish them properly unless you enjoyed your work, and Lisa loved her work, in spite of her bitching.

He watched Lisa lay back on the carpet above Gloria's head. She leaned on her elbows and inched forward so that her pink, dripping cunt was close to Gloria's face. The brunette was huddled with her head in her arms, still crying softly. Her knees were folded under her so that her luscious ass hovered out. Lisa drew up her knees, and whispered to Gloria in a sultry tone.

"Look up, honey," she urged.

Gloria raised her head, seeing the swinger's softly sucking pussylips only inches from her mouth. Her dark cunt hairs were moist with excitement. Lisa pound her eager cunt in slow, sinuous circles before the brunette's parted lips in a lewd, irresistibly tempting dance.

"Beautiful mouth," Lisa whispered, "lovely lips. Eat it slow and hot and dreamy, Gloria. Mmmmmmm, hot, juicy cunt for you, darling. A luscious feast just for you, baby. All that hot honey pouring in your mouth, slippery, delicious honey, kiss it, suck it, eat it, Gloria, you'll love it!"

Carl grinned as he watched. Lisa could light a fire in any woman and turn it into a roaring blaze in seconds, using her sensuous little pussy dance and her throaty whispers. The brunette was licking her lips hungrily now, crouching forward and cupping Lisa's asscheeks in her hands. She rammed her tongue into the swingers boiling cunt, lapping with excited greed. Lisa's perfumed pussy was tremendously hot and squirmed lustfully beneath her mouth.

"Ooooooh, easy, baby," Lisa crooned, "not so fast or hard! Ahhhhh, that's better, long, slow licks, ummmmm, yessss! Nibble on Lisa's clit now, yes! Oh, I'd love to have you blow me all night, darling, you're such a beautiful cunt-lapper. Now put your darling tongue deep in my asshole, Gloria, oh wonderful! Oh, you're fantastic!"

Grinning with amusement and pride, Carl watched his sensuous wife lead the panting brunette on. Any time Lisa wanted to hook a girl or a woman, she would whip the hell out of them first. She would love their tortured asses with her cunning lips and tongue, and then heat them up explosively by lavishing praise on them, as obscene as possible. Then she fucked their hungry mouths. And then the shattering finale… pain, torture, pleasure, ecstasy and more pain. It was an old routine, and they were both experts at it. Jaded as he was, Carl couldn't resist a fierce depraved excitement while he watched his hot, sexy young wife dig her heels into Gloria's naked shoulders and thrash her cunt slit in slow, lewd fucking motions against the brunette's moaning lips.

"Ah, your loving tongue!" Lisa purred. "Your juicy mouth, lover, it's enough to drive me crazy! Oooooo, you sweet pussy-eating angel, ooooo! Oh suck deeper, Sweetheart!"

His huge prick throbbing with power and urgency now, Carl knelt behind Gloria's lush ass, gripping the pink cheek firmly in his hands. He eased the swollen knob of his cock into her succulent cunt. If she was thirty, she sure as hell hadn't stretched her tight, burning cunt through overuse. Gloria wriggled her cunt slit happily on his big shaft as Carl began to fuck her with powerful steady strokes. All the while he watched his wife's slender white body heave and jerk with soaring lust as Gloria devoured her cunt voraciously. Christ, he realized, the hot brunette was really wild pussy! Tight, fiery and juicy as she slid back and forth to meet his brutal lunge, clasping his prick firmly in her silken walls.

"Oh shit, I'm coming, Gloria!" moaned Lisa, locking her damp thighs to Gloria's face and swinging her ass furiously. "Oh you loving bitch, you beautiful cunt sucker, unnnnngh! Give me more of your hot tongue! Yesssss, Sweetheart, yes!"

Now Carl began to fuck Gloria to a savage rhythm, trying to jam his mammoth cockrod in to the very hilt. He couldn't be certain whether his swinging wife was putting on an act or was really that madly aroused as she tugged frantically at Gloria's long hair and moaned furiously. Either she was trying to hook the lush brunette as a steady customer, or she was actually getting her rocks off because Gloria was her favorite type – big and busty and passionate.

It had to be sheer kicks, he decided, groaning as Gloria squirmed her ass feverishly against his crotch, and his long meat battered her with relentless fucking power. He seriously doubted if the ripe brunette had the money to pay for steady sessions. But, hell, with the proper training and the right clothes, she could set up shop far herself. Her mouth and pussy were certainly hot and eager enough.

The thought occurred to Carl as he pumped his huge prick fiercely into Gloria's shuddering cunt that he'd love to have to have her work for him along with Lisa and double the profits. But he'd tried that before, and there was a fatal hitch. Lisa wouldn't stand for it. To her twisted way of thinking, it was perfectly all right for him to screw any girl or woman in the world, as long as they both shared her. But when it came down to pure business, Lisa had to be number one – the bitch-Goddess with the only whip. And she might be sex-crazed, insatiable and jealous in her bizarre way, but the beautiful swinger was still his wife and his hottest piece of action.

"Good cunt!" Carl gasped when Gloria shuddered her burning pussy madly up and down and then in wide circles to thrill his cock. "Work it, honey, work it! Ummmmmm! Terrific fuck, baby, hot and wild!"

The librarian was delirious with lust now, her blazing cunt slit filled with an enormous hot cock and her lips and tongue crushed to a sweet, gushing, feverishly sucking cunt. She felt a deep thrill of pride at their vulgar praise. These weren't teenage innocents, but wild, experienced swingers. They loved her sex skill and wanton fury.

She felt Lisa's slurp nails clawing her back, and Gloria renewed her lewd sucking and kissing and fucking with fierce inspiration.

Carl dug his fingers harshly into Gloria's feverishly jerking ass, holding his breath as her frenzied hot cunt began to suck his load with urgent desire. He battered her relentlessly, gritting his teeth as his jizm burst, stinging her cunt slit in violent spurts.

"Damn, that's a wild fuck! Ummmm, swing it, milk it, honey, aaaaaah… mmmmmmm! Shit, that was good!"

Like plugging your dick into an electric socket, Carl thought with a long sigh as he climbed off the madly moaning brunette. Lisa was still coming, crushing Gloria's mouth to her cunt as she rolled her over on her back, so that she sat on Gloria's face, swinging her pussy furiously to Gloria's mouth. The brunette moaned loudly in her throat, her hands groping everywhere, squeezing Lisa's heaving damp tits, nabbing her ass in a frenzy. Her face was smeared with gushing cunt-juice.

A minute later, Lisa stood up, panting and wild-eyed.

"Jesus, can she eat it!" the swinger exclaimed. "Honey," she told Gloria, "you act like you haven't had it for about ten years, and you're just making up for lost time. Man, what a hot, beautiful animal!"

Glassy-eyed and dazed with the sudden onslaught of flesh and thrills, Gloria could only heave and moan. After a few minutes, she sat up, trembling.

"I've got to get going," she said weakly. "I've got to get home."

Lisa handed her a martini.

"Rest up a while longer, Sweetheart," she said. "Drink this, and you'll feel better. I've got a going away present for you, Gloria. You'll love it."

"No more whipping!" the brunette said firmly. "My ass is raw already. And no dirty tricks!"

Lisa smiled at her in a mocking, sultry way, stroking one of Gloria's perspiring tits.

"No more whipping, honey. But you'll learn to love it eventually, and then you'll get the chances to start dishing it out. You'll see."

Sipping her martini, Gloria wondered if she could trust the wild, unpredictable swinger one more time. The three of them sat around, naked, chatting for a few minutes. Lisa related some of her more bizarre experiences and quirks of her steady customers. An idea sparked in the back of Gloria's mind, a strange, exciting idea. She began to question the couple casually, using psychology, pretending awe and admiration as she asked.

How did they go about meeting their lady customers? Were they all pickups? Which hotels and bars offered the best prospects? How could they tell switch-hitters from straight girls and women?

"Hell, you can't all the time," Carl told her proudly. "The trick is to convert them, turn them on to the whip, usually by degrees. Sometimes all at once."

He grinned.

"Like you."

"You mean I look like I'm hot for women, as well as men?" Gloria asked innocently.

"Not at all," Lisa chuckled, sitting beside Gloria on the carpet and caressing her damp thighs.

"It's mostly a matter of observation at first, watching facial expressions, looking for that hidden signal of sex frustration. Then after a while it becomes instinct. Instinct and sheer nerve, because you'll miss once in awhile, but you can't let it shake your confidence."

"She's picking up on our modus operandi," Carl told Lisa with a grin. "Smart bitch. Tell you what, Gloria. We both dig you, strictly for pleasure. You couldn't afford our services anyway. Let's just say you're good therapy for Lisa."

"How much do you usually charge?" Gloria asked quickly.

When he told her, Gloria's eyes widened.

"In your case, it's all free, of course," Carl told her. "But we'd like to see you again, honey. How about dropping in for a session now and then, like every week or so?"

Lisa snaked her tongue in Gloria ear and stroked her swollen, creamy tits.

"And bring your girlfriend, too," she added softly. "I'll bet she's an angel."

Gloria's face flushed.

"How did you know I had a girlfriend?" she asked curiously.

Laughing, Lisa's eyes smoldered hungrily on her. "That's easy. One, you bought a whip. You're definitely not the type to use it on a man, although you obviously dig having it used on you. My guess was you're out to train a girl, probably young and cute. When I pulled up your skirt in the ladies' room of that bar, you looked like you were about to faint with sheer happiness. Now, any woman who would let a woman eat her pussy in a toilet cubicle under those risky circumstances is either crazy or she's been eaten out by a girl before, and she loves it. I don't think you're that crazy, although you're wild enough when you get heated."

"When…?"

"And," Carl interjected, "you started burrowing your mouth into Lisa's cunt, you looked like a starved tigress who just escaped from a zoo. You've done it before, and it shows, baby."

"You're like me, darling," the naked sexy swinger beside her whispered, softly squeezing Gloria's lush tits. "You dig them both, cocks and pussies. And heavy surprises, too, right?"

Gloria finished her drink, still not satisfied with their answers. Her mind coolly absorbed and sorted out all their information.

"I'll make a deal with you," she told them. "Give me a straight, simple answer and I'll come back to see you. Just tell me this. What do you look for in men and women when you're out hunting customers?"

"Thinking of going into business for yourself?" Carl asked softly. If only Lisa weren't so Goddamned jealous and such a prima donna bitch-Goddess he thought. It showed in her dangerous eyes now. The brunette was for pleasure only, not business.

"Just curious about sex," Gloria replied. "That's all."

"Bullshit!" Lisa snorted. "But it's okay, honey. There's more than enough business around for all of us. Just don't work our territory, dig? Tell her, Carl."

"Then are only two things to watch for," Carl said, as if lecturing a classroom of eager students. "In men, look for hunger. The eyes are the giveaway, direct stares or sideways glances. In women, watch for guilt. Unless they think they're Wonder Woman, women won't look at you with hunger. Remember, if they reek with guilt, they're searching for punishment. Give it to them along with a few hot thrills and you've got them hook, line and sinker."

Gloria nodded eagerly. Now she understood, and this was practical street knowledge, not idiotic book theory.

"And always dress like a lady in public and like a whore at home," Lisa added. "Never eat a customer's cunt until you've forced her to eat yours first, except for some fast, hot teasing; like the ladies' room. That's simple priming. Always get the upper hand with a woman at once. From the very start, refuse to take any shit from her or you'll have trouble later on. Most of my customers are absolute bitches at home, but they're timid little puppies around me. Most of them are spoiled brats who never got spanked enough when they were kids, so they come to me for delayed obedience training. And they pay for it handsomely."

Lisa paused to finish her martini, while the woman listened in utter fascination. This was a priceless education she'd never find in a thousand books.

"With young girls, reverse the process," Lisa resumed, rubbing her palm lasciviously over Gloria's soaked cunt, making her shiver with excitement.

"Sweetness, affection, sympathy at first, then when they're trapped. Dominate them completely. Finger fuck them for breakfast, eat them for lunch, and fuck them for dinner. They'll love you forever, and they'll get other girls for you."

"Once you've got them hooked, whip the hell out of their darling asses occasionally to keep them in line. If they ever get sulky or petulant when you give them an order, get your lash out and give it to them at once, without a single word of argument. Then fuck them until they scream for mercy. Then send them out for male customers."

"What do you mean, fuck them?" Gloria asked, intensely curious. "Masturbate them!"

Lisa laughed, squeezing her palm hard against Gloria's throbbing cunt.

"You'll see, darling," Lisa said. "You'll see. And with men, always start out with a hot blowjob. Always tell them they have beautiful big cocks, even if it's the size of your little finger. When they fuck you, act as though you're dying of pure happiness, as if you can't stop coming, even if they bore you to sleep. That's how they keep coming back steady. Of course, a lot of men will get you off and you won't have to put on an act. For those men that like the whip, well, they'll ask you for it without bashfulness, believe me. Now, are you ready for one last fling, darling?"

Something in the back of Gloria's mind again warned her not to trust the strange swingers, but they'd told her everything she needed to know. Fair was fair, wasn't it?

"All right," the librarian nodded, her cunt seeping hotly from Lisa's caressing fingers.

Lisa got up and walked into the bedroom for a minute.

"You know, I could really love shoving it to you one more time," Carl told her from the sofa, "but I've got to save my energy for tonight. Our hot broker's wife loves it both ways, especially in her fat ass."

"You've already had me twice," Gloria said, staring at his long, limp cockrod with hunger. "But I wouldn't mind one more spree."

"Business first," Carl said, grinning. "Make it a freebie."

Lisa came out of the bedroom, still naked, but holding a gigantic dildo in her hand, attached to a harness. Gloria stared at the mammoth curved prick. She was both frightened and excited. Its length was covered with hundreds of tiny, pimple-like mounds. The knob was enormous. Lisa spoke as she strapped the harness on, buckling it around her waist and beneath her silken crotch until it loomed out stiff and menacing.

"It never seemed fair to me that men get to do all the ramming while we women have to be on the receiving end of their hot cocks," Lisa said. "I guess that's what you call a penis-envy complex."

Her eyes blazed as she stood over Gloria, who sat shivering on the carpet.

Reaching beneath the dildo, Lisa flicked a switch and the battery-operated monster quivered and hummed. Then the swinger knelt before Gloria and gently pushed her back onto the carpet. She climbed on top of the brunette, her face feverish with lust. Not inserting the colossal humming prick yet, she rubbed her hot tits lustfully to Gloria's and whispered in her ear.

"When I see a gorgeous hunk of pussy like you, I want to do everything to her, honey… suck her, whip her, finger fuck her, lick her tender asshole, nibble on her luscious tits. But above all, I want to fuck her – like this!"

"Uuuuuuuung!" Gloria screamed, shocked by the mast violent thrill of her life as Lisa suddenly plunged three thick inches of the huge, quivering cock inside her stinging cunt.

"Oh my… oh my God! Oh Jesus, ooooooo! I can't stand it, no, eeeeee!"

For a few teetering moments, the librarian almost fainted from the savage delight ripping through her helpless cunt. The tiny mounds vibrated fiercely against her sensitive wails, sparking hundreds of different thrills at once. With low screams of joy, Gloria raised her legs and lacked them tightly around Lisa's waist. She clawed the swinger's hot asscheeks desperately, unable to catch her breath. She hung in a hurtling, roller-coaster ride of excitement.

"Feels great, doesn't it?" Lisa panted, squeezing Gloria's ripe ass in her fingers. "Drive you crazy, get you off like a volcano, fuck your hot cunt until you faint! Ah, your big tits and ass drive me crazy, Gloria!"

Feverishly, the madly thrilled brunette began to bite Lisa on her lips in an animal frenzy. The bolts of pain tearing through her engorged cunt were feeble echoes compared to the incredible sensations the humming mounds were giving her. With each driving thrust from Lisa, a delirious moan issued from Gloria's throat. Their soft sweating bellies slapped loudly together as the torrid swinger hunched her mouth down to Gloria's heaving tits. She sucked on one tit hungrily, licking and biting the fat nipple, lewdly rubbing the hot flesh in her fingers.

"Can't stand it, Lisa! Ooooooo, Christ, too good! Too fucking wild! Unnnnnngh! Going insane! Fuck me, fuck me, rape me, want every inch! Aaaaaaargh!"

Now Lisa's hips swung more furiously, plunging the giant cock deep in Gloria's tight cunt slit with brutal strokes. She used the thrilling dildo only on girls she really liked, and occasionally on a client to inspire a bigger fee. But Lisa also used the monstrous prick on bitches she detested, but with a violent twist when they reached the verge on an orgasm.

With a final fierce suck of the brunettes creamy tits, Lisa brought her mouth back up to passionately French Gloria. She was gasping and crying and shaking her head wildly from side-to-side, trying to vent her intense lust.

On the sofa, Carl's cock involuntarily stiffened at the sight of his young naked wife madly fucking her sexy partner. A shame he had to save his energy for tonight. He always got a special charge watching Lisa's slender body crush and rub and grind against a voluptuously stacked victim like the lushly curved pickup. And Gloria was a victim, although she didn't know it. The two gasping, moaning women thrashed and heaved frantically on the carpet, locked in a depraved orgy of bliss.

The trouble with his insatiable wife, Carl decided as he sipped a fresh martini, was that she'd had so many bizarre kicks she couldn't overcome a vicious steak of cruelty, even with girls and women she really craved.

Both their silken bodies were drenched with perspiration now. Lisa fucked Gloria with savage delight while the brunette's ass swung in a frantic rhythm to cram more of the huge dildo inside her.

"Coming again!" Gloria shrieked, pummeling Lisa's soft white ass in a fury. "Oooooo, Lisa, can't – ungh! – can't take any more! Eeeeeee! Fucking me to death!"

"You love it," Lisa moaned, her own cunt beginning to explode with an orgasm as she watched Gloria's face contort with unbearable passion.

"You're all hot juicy cunt and tits and beautiful ass, honey… aaaaaah! And I've got something – mmmmmmmm! – special for you!"

Abruptly, the swinger jerked out the humming dildo.

"No!" Gloria screamed, groping desperately for the mammoth cock. "Don't stop, for God's sake. I'm still coming!"

Lisa's eyes blazed as she slid the giant, vibrating knob toward her asshole, searching for it with a fingertip. She placed the head of the monstrous cock squarely against Gloria's tiny anus.

Then she slammed it forward with all her strength.

For a few long seconds, Gloria's soaked body raised off the carpet in a high arc, carrying her beautiful rapist with her. Her lips moved speechlessly and her eyes widened with pure shock. Then, mercifully, she fainted.

She woke moments later to the most agonizing, ripping pain she'd ever felt. Lisa had crammed the humming prick deep into her tender asshole and now plunged it in and out to a vicious tempo, her face a mask of diabolical lust.

"You'll learn to love this, too," Lisa panted in her ear, clutching Gloria's trembling hot ass in her fingers. "Even this, darling. Feels like your juicy butt is torn in two, doesn't it? Like all the torture in the world packed up your sweet little asshole? Lisa knows, because she's been through it all and she wants to share it with you."

Shuddering furiously from head to toe, Gloria fought for breath. The massive, searing anguish in her bowels felt like a hot battering ram. She tried to faint again and failed.

"Unnnnnh… K-killing me! No, God. Please, Lisa! T-take it out… aaaaargh! Do anything, anything, be your slave! Only… Lord take it out! Eeeeeeee!"

"I can't do that, honey," Lisa purred, kissing her tenderly on the throat as she fucked her brutally in her asshole. On the sofa, Carl shook his head with sad amusement. This was Lisa's favorite ritual. It wasn't enough to ravage her suffering victim with the spiked monster, she had to tease and torment them with words and promises too.

"Would you pick up little girls in the bus station and suck them off in the toilet stalls if I took it out?" Lisa asked, panting with triumph.

"Yes, God you… ooof! Only take it out of my assssss!"

"That's how I got started, you know," Lisa whispered, snaking her tongue in Gloria's ear, relentlessly battering the helpless brunette's quivering asshole.

"Carl said I had to start at the bottom and work my way up. Experience, you know. Then he picked up a switch-hitter one day and had her rape me in the asshole, so I'd know what it was, like. Would you go out on the street and hustle blowjobs with strange men for ten dollars? Just for the experience and the humility?"

"Unnnng! Any… anything honest, dear God, make her stop, my asshole… burning up! No, no, no!"

"You mean yes," Lisa taunted, adding a special fury to her next thrust, so that Gloria shook insanely and sank her teeth in a frenzy in the swinger's shoulder.

"Oh, I like that," Lisa grinned. "Bite harder, honey, draw blood if you want. Pretty soon the fire in your darling asshole will spread to your pussy and your tits, and you'll be grateful to Lisa, just for the experience. Would you fuck a stray dog off the streets if I took it out?"

This time Gloria bit her lips frantically and refused to answer. The bitch was crazy, stark raving mad! Gloria sank her fingernails fiercely into Lisa's silky ass, trying to return the pain, but it only excited the lust-maddened swinger more and she fucked Gloria's ravaged asshole even harder.

Carl saw blood on the dildo, opened his mouth to tell his wife to ease up, but then shut it again. Hell, he'd trained her to do this himself, hadn't he? Society bitches and rich housewives sought the ultimate in punishment. Gloria would probably never come back after this violent rape, but that was part of the game. There were plenty of luscious victims walking the streets and sitting in bars. Only this one had real tire and promise. She was an overripe knockout with an eager, juicy cunt and a penchant for games.

But still he was bothered. If Lisa was this vicious and unpredictable at sex at twenty-five, what would she be like at thirty? He sighed, sipping his drink. Another year or two and his beautiful swinging wife would be burned out, so jaded with bizarre thrills he'd have to get rid of her, and find a replacement, and train a new young innocent all over again.

The trouble was he'd turned Lisa on so thoroughly when he met her, he couldn't find the off switch. Over training, that was the problem, he thought. Next time he'd be more careful.

But as he watched, he realized the softly screaming brunette was beginning to respond almost eagerly to the savage pain in her ripe ass now. It was the inevitable turning point. The wild, delirious look on her face changed to a sort of lust-maddened enjoyment, and her low screams were becoming profound moans of obscene excitement.

"Feel it turn now?" Lisa whispered in Gloria's ear, still stroking the humming monster with violence in her anus. "Feel the terrible fire spread now, honey? Not so bad, is it? The awful burning in your bowels is getting you really hot, isn't it? Any minute now you're going to start getting your rooks off in a brand-new way, you're going to boil over with excitement, you're going to love Lisa for fucking you in your gorgeous ass, aren't you?"

The passionate swinger had never gone beyond high school, bit she'd learned her sex psychology on the harsh streets, and she knew the power of suggestion could be devastating in the heat of lust.

"Y… yes, getting – ooooo! – getting better, lots better… aaaagh!" gasped Gloria. It was true. The searing spiked mass in her asshole ripped its strange fire deep into her loins, spreading out to every inch of her tingling shuddering flesh. She began to climax in an eerie new way. It was a shattering pain-orgasm so intense she kissed Lisa with unashamed lust, moaning deep in her throat.

"Like… oooof… like being fucked in the ass!" she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. "Oooo, it's getting much better! Suck my tits, stick your thumb up my curt, hurry! Gonna come! Oh Lisa you bitch, I love it!"

Grinning with triumph, Lisa crammed her thumb up Gloria's frenzied cunt and sucked fiercely on one of her swollen tits, feeling the brunette quiver insanely as she erupted. No matter how naive Gloria seemed at first, Lisa knew a sister under the skin when she saw one. In a year or two, maybe less, there would be another Lisa out on the streets, another prize pupil, and she would be Lisa's proud conquest, no one else's.

Then Gloria would turn another girl on with torture and ecstasy, and it would start an endless chain of Lisa's, and the thought filled the obsessed swinger with happiness and pride. Her eyes filled with tears as she fucked the brunette's luscious ass in a fever of joy.

Five minutes later, Lisa slipped out the bloody, massive cock and rolled over on her back, exhausted. Gloria continued to sob and tremble and moan incoherently. Tenderly, Lisa moved her mouth down to Gloria's asshole and licked her wounds. After a few minutes, the brunette managed to down, a martini, and slowly dressed.

"It'll be painful to walk and sit for a little while, but you'll be okay in a day or two," Lisa assured her. "You will come back and see us, won't you, honey?"

Gloria stood with her hand on the doorknob. The couple was still naked, watching her intently.

"For more surprises?" Gloria smiled weakly. She knew she shouldn't have trusted the sex-crazed bitch, but she'd learned a great deal from them. More than enough for her plans.

"More games," Lisa said. "Carl and I know a lot more games, don't we, Carl?"

"Enough to fill a book," Carl said. He knew the lush brunette wouldn't be back, but what the hell, Lisa had her therapy, he'd had a terrific blowjob and a surprisingly exciting piece of ass, so he had no complaints. Get what you can while you can was his unfailing street philosophy, otherwise known in his childhood as find 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em. It was like waiting at a bus stop: there was always another one coming.

"Don't hold your breath, Lisa," Gloria grinned, and she slipped out the door. She walked gingerly to her car, still dazed with pain and excitement, trying to absorb the swift, shattering chain of events.

But Gloria didn't go directly to her car. She glanced at her watch, thinking. The shops she wanted now for an entirely new assortment of items were still open, but Cindy might be worried about her. The thought of the lovely blonde waiting eagerly for her at her house, probably anxious and impatiently aroused, compelled Gloria to find a public phone at once.

She called collect. She drummed her fingers impatiently in the phone booth, until her phone rang ten, twelve, twenty times. Gloria hung up, gnawing her lips with worry. God, suppose Cindy had a shock-reaction after their wild, passionate encounter and ran away? After all, she was only fifteen and a cherry, and she was already a runaway.

The brunette stood on the sidewalk in the warm summer evening, oblivious to people passing by. She tried to think calmly, remembering the girl's fierce embrace and her whispered promises. No, she decided, Cindy definitely wouldn't leave her. The little darling worshipped her, promised to do anything for her as long as she could live with Gloria, and continued to have passionate sex with her.

Maybe Cindy had gone out for a walk, to explore the town. Then where was Brian, her other roomer. He should be home by now.

But it was the luscious sweet girl she was really worried about. She had plans for Cindy. Wild, exciting plans for both of them.

Gloria decided as long as she was here in Los Angeles she might as well finish her shopping spree – newly inspired by the sultry swinger Lisa.

She walked back to the shop where she'd bought the whip, wondering if Cindy and Brian had gone for a walk together.

They were together all right, but what they were doing at that moment could hardly be called walking. And they were doing it so strenuously and furiously, a hundred clamoring telephones plus a roaring siren wouldn't have bothered them in the slightest.

CHAPTER FIVE

After three hours of sound sleep, Cindy's eyes blinked open. For a minute she stared at her strange surroundings in fright, and then what happened that day flooded her memory and filled her naked body with, a delicious glow of excitement. She was in her new room in a new town, safe from her drunken mother and under the loving protection of her beautiful new landlady. As she slowly awakened, the memory of Gloria's lips and fingers and fragrant hot cunt flooded her mind.

Still naked, Cindy got out of bed and wandered through the house, looking for Gloria. The house was empty. At first she was alarmed, but then she calmed down as she realized Gloria had probably gone shopping for dinner, or maybe decided to go to work after all. The important thing was that she'd be back and they'd sleep together tonight. Nothing else really mattered to the newly awakened virgin.

Cindy searched the refrigerator and made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Bringing a large glass of milk with her, she sat on her bed and wolfed the food down.

Lord, she never imagined sex could be so exciting! Her tawny young flesh hummed with her new discovery and her hot little cunt still tingled madly from Gloria's caressing fingers and lips. An exciting idea sparked in her mind, filling her loins with a throbbing eagerness.

When she finished eating, Cindy rummaged through her overnight case. Aside from jeans and a T-shirt, she'd brought one sexy miniskirt, a sheer pink blouse, a pair of heels, a bra to wear with the blouse and a few pairs of panties. She tossed the panties and bra aside.

Still naked, the young blonde brought her makeup into the bathroom and began applying it to her smooth face in slow artful strokes. She used blue eye shadow, mascara, and blush on her cheeks, finishing with bright red lipstick. It took her almost an hour, but when she finished the effect was stunningly sexy. She told herself she could easily pass for twenty-one now, but she didn't care about that.

When Gloria came home, Cindy wanted her to meet the sexiest girl in the world – sensuous and loving and brimming over with passion, completely eager to please her. The desire singing in Cindy's blood was that of an adoring, bright-eyed sex slave, totally infatuated with her landlady.

The lush brunette had seduced the love-starved girl far more thoroughly than even she suspected. She'd lavished the only affection and kindness the girl virgin had ever known and blended it with torrid sex. The combination opened the gates to both her heart and juicy tight cunt.

Back in her room, Cindy dressed in her sheer blouse, miniskirt and heels. Her tits were clearly visible through the blouse, their fat little nipples straining the material. She didn't bother with panties, wanting to be hot, and ready for Gloria on a moment's notice. If she sat down and didn't cross her bare silken legs, her pink wet cunt slit could be seen peeping through her curly golden cunt hairs.

Cindy wandered impatiently through the house, smoking a cigarette, wondering what else she could do to surprise and please Gloria while she waited. The dishes were done and the house was sparkling clean. Feeling giddy with excitement, Cindy poured herself a large glass of wine from the bottle in the refrigerator. She sat at the kitchen table, trembling as vivid images of her thrilling episode with Gloria flashed through her mind. So hot and wild and beautiful…

The front door opened and Cindy leaped up, her heart beating wildly. She hurried into the living room, her lovely face beaming, then sighed with disappointment.

It was only a boy, probably the other roommate.

Brian stopped short, gulping, devouring her shimmering blonde hair, hungry blue eyes and sexy mouth. Through her sheer blouse, her luscious pert tits and rosy nipples looked stark naked. Her narrow waist, softly curved hips and tawny thighs and legs were perfect. He would have given a year's tuition just to have those legs locked around his waist for five minutes.

"Urn, my name is Brian," he finally said.

"I know," Cindy retorted, totally unimpressed. "I'm Cindy, the new roomer. You don't know where Gloria is, do you?"

"Probably at the library," he replied. A sharp hard-on started in his pants.

"Uh, why don't I put my books away and I'll come down and we'll talk, get to know each other?" he suggested.

Still struggling with disappointment, Cindy waved her hand as though brushing away a fly.

"Don't bother, I'm waiting for Gloria," she said.

She turned her back on him and went back into the kitchen. So I'm rude, Cindy thought. Big fucking deal – it was Gloria she wanted. She hungered for the hot-breasted, loving brunette, not some dumb college kid. She lit another cigarette and refilled her glass with wine, daydreaming at the kitchen table.

If only there was something she could do to surprise and please Gloria while she waited. Then their conversation in bed just after they'd come again and again in a frenzied sixty-nine, flooded Cindy's mind.

"I'll do anything in the world for you, honest… just let me live here with you," Cindy sobbed.

"Anything?" Gloria whispered, stroking Cindy's soft hot ass. "Would you have sex with someone else if I ordered you to?"

"Yes!"

"And if I told you exactly how to do it, would you go out and pick up boys and other girls for me?"

"Yes! Anything you tell me, just so long as I can stay with you."

Cindy gulped more wine, feeling bold and high. Brian was a boy, of eighteen, she thought. Good-looking, though, with a nice build, not a creep or a reject. He wasn't exactly a pickup, but if Gloria liked boys as well as girls, why not get Brian for her? Cindy poured more wine, into her glass, beginning to get excited and imagining the look of pleasure and delight on Gloria's face when she proudly announced.

"I've got a boy for you, Gloria. He's upstairs in your bed right now, waiting for you. I got him all hot and bothered, just for you, darling. I'll let him do anything you want to me, if that pleases you. Anything that pleases you, Gloria! Did I do all right? Did I, darling?"

Her eager mind, now half-drunk from gulping wine too fast, never thought that Gloria might already have fucked Brian. Or that she wanted other boys and girls for threesomes and games, not just for herself. Anyway, Gloria wanted her to fuck other boys and girls. She'd made that clear.

For a minute Cindy panicked. Suppose her clumsiness and inexperience made Gloria get bored with her quickly? Maybe she was missing something by not having sex with boys, something vital that could please Gloria. She'd fuck anything or anyone at the snap of the brunette's fingers. But, Lord, she didn't want to lose Gloria just because she was ignorant of sex! Tears filled Cindy's eyes at the mere thought.

With a singleness of purpose that an attacking army would have envied, Cindy grabbed the bottle of wine and marched upstairs. Outside Brian's closed door, she fluttered with hesitation. The memory of the hulking brute her mother had brought home to rape her still frightened her. Nothing any boy or man could do to her could begin to match Gloria's sweet, loving fingers and lips. If she had to get hurt for the sake of experience, she might as I get it over with.

She knocked loudly on his door. A few seconds later Brian opened it, looked startled.

"I've got to talk to you," Cindy said.

"Sure, come an in."

Cindy stepped into his room and put the bottle on his dresser.

"Shut the door," she told him.

Puzzled, Brian closed the door. She looked glassy-eyed and high, and distinctly hostile.

Definitely not romantic or even friendly, but so sexy he could almost come in his pants looking at her.

The blonde took a deep breath to brace herself, and her luscious little tits rose high.

"I'll make a deal with you," she said abruptly.

"A deal? What kind of a deal?"

"I've never been screwed by a boy," Cindy blurted out. "Would you like to screw me? Now?"

Brian's eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"You're damned right I'm serious," Cindy retorted. "Do I look like I'm joking? You can fuck me if you want to, but there are two conditions. One, you can hurt me if you want to, but I want you to teach me everything you know, whatever it takes to please a boy. Two, you've got to agree to fuck a friend of mine in return – a beautiful woman," she added softly.

Sonofabitch, Brian thought. She's crazy or drunk. How could she look and dress like that and have never made it with a man? She had to bc at least eighteen. He reached for the bottle of wine, took out the cork and tilted the bottle. He gulped for ten seconds.

"Well?" Cindy demanded impatiently. "Is it a deal?"

"Let me get this straight," Brian said, his cock pounding furiously in his pants. "You want me to screw you and another woman? There's gotta be a catch somewhere."

"Take it or leave it, damnit," Cindy snapped. "Just tell me what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong when we make it. Yes or no?"

"Hell, yes!" he replied.

Crazy or not, he'd need a straitjacket to pass this up. First his hot, insatiable landlady and now this cold, gorgeous little twat who obviously didn't have all her marbles. Maybe she'd freaked out on acid or something, but who cared?

"Okay, let's go," Cindy said impatiently, stripping off her blouse.

She wasn't the least bit aroused or even curious after Gloria's soft, sensuous flesh, just coldly determined. She was naked in seconds. Brian stared at her tawny, hotly curved body with the most urgent hard-on of his life.

"Well, don't stand there, strip!" Cindy said.

She grabbed the bottle of wine, took a long swallow to brace herself and went over to his bed and lay on her back, with her knees drawn up and her tiny pink cunt exposed.

Cindy gazed at his muscled young body with a mixture of distaste and curiosity. His long cockrod stood out above his balls, glowing red with lust. Oh Christ, thought Cindy, he's going to shove that big pole up my tight pussy and it'll hurt like hell. I'll think of Gloria's wild mouth and it won't be so bad.

The only association she'd ever had with cocks was her mother's drunken pickup, and the terror still remained.

Brian approached the bed. He was supposed to call the shots, he remembered. Why have a quickie after the tricks he'd learned from his passionate landlady?

"Not like that," he told her. "That's not how you start at all, Cindy. Now if you really want to learn, just do exactly as I say. Got it?"

Cindy sighed, sitting up. "Okay, what do I do?" she asked.

"First, get off the bed."

When she scrambled off, Brian lay back on it, his fleshy long rod quivered up in an eager arc.

"Crawl between my legs," he told her hoarsely. "The first thing you've got to learn is that you always go down on a man to begin with. Just follow my instructions."

The girl hunched on her knees between his spread thighs, still reluctant.

"You're not going to come in my mouth, are you?" she asked with disgust.

"If I didn't, you wouldn't learn anything," Brian said, panting. "You want me to tack you everything, so don't argue. Just do as I say. That's how you get experience. Now grip my cock in your fist… ouch, easy! Whew, that's better. Start jerking on it softly, yeah, that's it. Now lick the head of my cock with your tongue, like it's a lollipop. Oh, yeah! Just, aaaaaah, do that for a while, Cindy."

The naked, crouching blonde stroked the base of his big throbbing cock in her soft fist and shut her eyes tightly. She lapped at the burning knob of his cockmeat. She suddenly realized it wasn't disgusting at all. His cock rod surged powerfully in her fist, hot and quivering, and his cockhead was rock hard. It tasted strange. It was so different from Gloria's fragrant cunt.

A boiling drop oozed out of his crimson knob and Cindy licked it up curiously. She rolled it around in her mouth, the molten cream thick and pungent. It wasn't really terrible at all, Cindy thought. Actually, it was kind of exciting.

"Oh yeah, that's it," groaned Brian, wild thrills rippling through his cockmeat was her wet tongue flicked across it. He was afraid he'd shoot any minute, he was so fantastically excited. Then he remembered what Gloria had taught him.

"Quick, put your forefinger and thumb around the bottom of my cock… tighter… tighter! That's it, Cindy. Now, put all the cock you can get in your mouth and start sucking on it, slow and easy. Mmmmmmmm, yeah, mmmmmmmm!"

She was beginning to give him a dream blowjob now. Her tight hot mouth sucked leisurely, in long lewd strokes. Cindy's earlier terrors were giving way now to a soaring excitement. It didn't hurt at all. She began to like the feel of his throbbing meat filling her mouth, the thick burning male power surging and swelling against her throat.

"Oh, that's fantastic, Cindy! Now really carefully, use your teeth as you suck, just – aaaaaaah! – just gently, ummmmmm, shit, what a blowjob! Keep it up, honey, now! Now tickle my balls with your other hand, yeah, like that, oooh boy. Now very gently squeeze and jiggle 'em, right, right on!"

At this juncture, Brian didn't give a damn if the other woman he was supposed to fuck looked like a hyena and fucked like an elephant. This luscious honey's mouth was raw, tingling heaven, and as long as she kept the vise-like grip on the base of his cock, he couldn't come.

"Oooooo, that's wild, Cindy! Now waft… lick my balls for a minute, yeah, like that, aaaaaaah, suck on 'em too, but carefully, uuuuummmm, use your tongue too, oh, baby, that's so fucking good!"

A sharp throbbing had started in Cindy's cunt as she sucked Brian's long cockrod and lapped at his huge balls. His cock wasn't as exciting or nearly as delicious as Gloria's juicy pussy, but still she was getting hotly amused and began to seep her juices. There was the thrill of learning new sex tricks, and she knew Gloria would be proud of her.

She went back to sucking his cockmeat, growing hotter by the minute, her tender pussy beginning to ache. She suddenly slipped his cock out of her mouth.

"You do it to me, too, at the same time," she panted, remembering how wildly she'd come in Gloria's mouth. "You have to suck me off too!"

"Just swing your cunt right on over here," Brian said eagerly.

Cindy shifted her tawny nakedness around on the bed, crouching with her dripping cunt over his mouth. Grabbing her silky ass, Brian pulled downward and began to kiss and lick her cunt.

"Oh Lord yes?" Cindy wailed. "Oh it's wild again, suck me hard, ooooooo! Oh God, do it faster, eat my hot cunt! Aaaaaaaah?"

The girl began to crush her boiling cunt slit furiously to his mouth. All the exciting thrills Gloria had primed her cherry with earlier that day leaped to the surface of her blood, sparking her maddening lust for oral sex. For the moment she completely forgot she was supposed to be sucking Brian's cock in return. He groped with his hands, forcing her head back down to his crotch.

Now Cindy began to whip her mouth up and down on his meat with inspired fury, thrashing her fiery cunt to his mouth, the first shattering thrill she'd ever known was having her cherry eaten by a voracious expert. She'd already developed an intense, lifelong need for her cunt to be eaten. She was able to start coming in seconds she was so primed.

Beneath her slippery, burning cunt, Brian was close to suffocating, but he couldn't care less. Her cunt honey gushed into his mouth. Her slit ground against his lips in a frenzy, and the faster he licked it, the more frantic her blowjob on his pulsing rod became.

Now Cindy released her fierce grip on the base of his prick and started jerking him off furiously instead, her hot lips sucking madly, her natural passion exploding with violence.

At once, Brian began to shoot his cream into her mouth in a spurting flood, gasping with wild pleasure. Jesus, what a crazy blowjob!

She gulped his boiling juice down with ravenous greed, trying to drain more out of him even when he was limp and dry, delirious moans coming from her throat.

He tugged her head away from his raw cock, but it was impossible to wrench her hips away as she slammed her blazing cunt to his mouth.

"More!" she screamed, "I'm still… oooooo! Still coming, commmminggg, aaaaaah, suck me more!"

For another two minutes he lapped and sucked and kissed her steaming cunt. When he found it impossible to breathe, he tore her hips away.

"Want more!" Cindy sobbed. "Damn, I'm still coming!"

"Now listen, Cindy," he panted, her jerking hips, at a safe distance from his mouth. "I've gotta breathe to live, you know? Just ease up, honey. Here, have some wine."

He leaped off the bed and got the bottle from the dresser top, handing it to her. Her swollen tits heaved rapidly. The girl blonde gulped long wallows of wine. She put the bottle down on the floor beside the bed, her cunt still shuddering with spasms. After a few deep breaths, she felt calmer. No one would ever eat her cunt with all the loving wantonness of Gloria, but he would do in the meantime.

"You're a real wildcat when you get started, aren't you?" Brian aid.

"Just teach me all you know about sucking and fucking, and save the lectures," Cindy told him. It didn't matter who she gave her mouth and cunt to, her heart belonged to Gloria, who'd taken her cherry with loving tenderness and, affection and sweet kisses.

Still, Cindy had to admit going down on a man was exciting. The taste of his come still lingered in her mouth, hot and creamy. She'd almost choked on the damn flood at first.

"Now teach me all you know about fucking," Cindy said.

"How about giving me a minute or two to get it up again?" Brian retorted.

He pointed to his long limp cock.

"This isn't an electric fucking machine, you know."

"How long do I have to wait?" Cindy said impatiently.

Brian came back over to the bed, feeling safe now. His mouth had never been raped by a luscious young cunt before, but someone had to tell this hot, beautiful young animal oxygen was necessary for survival. He sat down beside her on the bed.

"Well, Cindy it might help if you sort of played with my cock with your fingers, you know? Jerk it off a little, rub it against your pussy and, ah, your cute ass. Stuff like that."

"Okay," the girl said crisply. "I get the picture. Lie on your back."

He lay back on the mattress and Cindy straddled his hips, facing him, her knees on each side of him as she sat upright. She hovered her soaked cunt above his cock as she stroked it in her fingers, while Brian fondled her hot tits. He was hard again in a minute, prodded by her tawny tits and smooth, golden-skinned thighs.

"Now tease the head of my cock with your cuntlips," Brian said. "Yea! That's it, aaaaaah, wet it down, rub the knob along the crack of your ass, Cindy, ummmmmmmmm!"

Cindy felt her intense, curious excitement rising again as his burning cockhead sent soft thrills rippling through her pussylips, then along the crevice of her silken asscheeks. Her dripping slit throbbed to a hot rhythm.

"It's nice and wet now," Cindy panted. "Should I shove it in all at once?"

"No, it might hurt because you're a virgin."

"I'm not a virgin," she said quickly. "Someone took my cherry."

Brian looked at her.

"But you said you've never been screwed before, didn't you?" he asked.

"Are we going to talk or fuck?" she asked urgently. "Come on, I'm hot!"

Weird chick, thought Brian, baffled. She runs cold and hat like a faucet gone berserk. Hell, he didn't care if she took her cherry with a banana, she was still a wild, stunning little mink when it came down to raw action.

"All right, Cindy, just ease it in your cunt inch by inch, nice and slow… aaaaaah, yeah!"

She slid a mere inch of his thick cockmeat in and sucked in her breath. It burned, but it burned good. Moaning softly. Cindy began to swing her hips cautiously, her tight, juicy cunt beginning to stretch by degrees.

"Oh Cindy, that's hot and nice!" Brian gasped as her boiling cunt slit squirmed and wriggled on his rod. "Shove it – unnnf! – shove it in a little deeper now, deeper, yeah, tight and wild! Hey, you're doing me… mmmmmm!"

"Gee, I like to fuck," Cindy panted in surprise, sinking her nails into his hips. Her nipples were engorging with passion as he squeezed and rubbed her ripening tits. She began to jerk faster, rearing her head back with long moans as his searing cockmeat pierced deeper into her clasping cunt. His throbbing cock was only halfway in, but she already felt crammed and thrilled to the bursting point.

Brian didn't have to give her any further instructions. She discovered a variety of hot sex sensations by pumping her cunt back and forth and then side-to-side, his hotly quivering cock creating a delicious friction against every inch of her silken walls. And as her narrow cunt stretched to accommodate his huge cock, Cindy's excitement began to reach a feverish pitch.

"I… I love to fuck!" she gasped, thrashing her hips in wide circles. "Oooo, your thing is so big and hot! Don't come yet, I'm getting – unnnnngh! – getting hotter!"

Beneath her juicy throbbing slit, Brian was already on the verge of getting his rocks off. Just feeling her damp, satiny tits squirm madly in his fingers and watching her tawny nakedness heave and swing in lust was enough to explode the knot of jism building up in his balls. Christ, what a frantic, sexy little bitch! Quickly, he brought one of his hands down to his surging cock and seized the base in his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed viciously hard. It took the violent edge off the thrills her luscious little cunt gave him, because if he came too soon he'd disappoint her. And she might not come back for more.

Her frenzied cunt was gushing cunt honey freely over his cock and fingers now, as Cindy began to erupt. Cocks were fun too, she realized with delight. Lord, if only she could suck Gloria's cunt at the same time her cunt slit was rammed full, she'd be in paradise!

"Careful!" Brian groaned when Cindy slammed up and down furiously, trying to ram her exploding cunt to the hilt with his long cockrod. She was so tight his cock began to burn as she whipped it up-and-down on him. But with her eyes blazing and her flails raking his hips in a frenzy, she didn't even hear him.

"Love to fuck, ooooooo!" Cindy wailed, her silky curves drenched in perspiration. Her plump, tawny ass wriggled deliriously. A fierce orgasm shuddered through her loins as she battered her tender cunt slit relentlessly with his massive cock. Her hot ass slapped down on his thighs to a furious rhythm, almost crushing his balls with each passionate lunge.

"Can't wait!" Brian panted, releasing the tight grip on his meat. He reached to grip the soles of her feet in his hands. Then he began to jerk his hips up savagely to meet her fucking thrusts. Her slippery hot cunt wont wild in response.

"Coming!" he groaned. "Oh shit, Cindy, what a beautiful fuck! Hey, baby, ummmmmm! Oh luscious snatch, WOW!"

The moment he began to spurt his fiery cream in her tingling slit, Cindy fell forward on him with a low obscene hiss and began to bite his mouth and claw his shoulders savagely. His jism stung deep in her tingling pussy while Brian clutched her hot swinging ass in his hands and tried to control her frenzied spasms. He shot off for a full minute as they rocked and thrashed on the bouncing mattress. Cindy's animal moans echoed throughout the house, her plump tits grinding eagerly to his chest.

Again, he had to force her off before she mutilated his limp cock with her lust-crazed clit. Rolling over on her back, the sobbing blonde stroked her own tits and thighs in a mad lustful pantomime, dazed at the fierce thrills still rippling in her loins.

"Wheeeewwwwww!" Brian gasped. Talk about a wild furious fuck! For someone who'd never been fucked before, she showed some incredible promise.

"Again," Cindy ordered, caressing her soaked cunt lewdly in her fingers. "I really dig it!"

"Christ, that's a classic understatement if I ever heard one," Brian sighed. He knew it would take him at least a few minutes to get another hard-on.

"Look, we're both sweating. Let's take a shower together, okay, Cindy?" he suggested.

"Will you teach me something new?"

Brian grinned.

"You bet I will, honey. I'll teach you a trick you won't forget."

He followed her into the shower, and his cock sparked hotly as he watched her lush little asscheeks bounce and sway. It didn't matter who took her virginity, because he was positive she had at least one cherry left. If her tiny asshole was half as exciting as her greedy cunt, they were both in for an unforgettable experience.

He turned the warm spray on and let her soap him down first. She kneeled to lather suds on his long cock, grasping it eagerly in her hot mouth first, working her lips on it far a minute. Then Cindy soaped his balls down, massaging them lustfully in her fingers.

When Brian's turn came, he started by lathering her silky wet tits. His meat throbbed fiercely. He stroked suds on her belly, then her velvety inner thighs, inserting a soapy finger into her boiling cunt and stroking until Cindy was moaning and jerking passionately on his fucking finger.

"Stick it in me now," she panted, "I'm all worked up. Come on, I'M HOT!"

"Not yet," Brian said, still kneeling. "Turn around, Cindy. We'll get your cute ass clean first."

She turned and he soaped her plump tawny cheeks and the crack of her ass. He soaped plenty of suds around her puckered little anus. Even if she wasn't fully developed yet, the blonde had an ass that was so juicy and golden he could almost climax just from squeezing the satiny ripe flesh.

"Okay," he said, standing. "Lean against the wall and put your palms against it. Now stand back a little and spread your legs, Cindy, you know, like being frisked by a cop. That way, I can get my gun off."

Cindy ignored the joke, too wildly aroused far wisecracks. Her wet tits panting, she waited, undulating her hips. Her cunt pulsed eagerly. Brian lathered more suds on his pounding meat.

"Okay, now just let me find the right spot," he said.

He pretended to grope with the head of his burning cock until he had it directly against her slippery asshole. Seizing her hips quickly, he slammed forward in a brutal lunge.

"Aaaaaaagh!" Cindy shrieked, stunned by the sudden blazing force of his massive cock tearing into her tender asshole. "N-no! You bastard! Eeeee! S-stop! Nnnnn!"

But the slightest movement on her part to wrench free only intensified the ripping hot pain her bowels, and added fire to Brian's lust. Grunting over the tight, delicious pressure of her squirming asshole, he began to piston his rod deep into her narrow cunt tunnel, seizing her wet asscheeks lewdly.

"Ooooooo shit, that's fantastic!" Brian groaned, slamming deeper and harder until his balls were grinding against her quivering cheeks. "What an ass! Hang on, Cindy, aaaaaaah!"

Obscenely impaled by his massive burning rod, all Cindy could do was take it. A dozen curses rose to her lips. With each savage thrust into her blazing bowels, the breath was pushed out of her lungs. Tears of agony streamed down her cheeks as Brian pumped in and out of her squirming asshole with depraved bliss. He gritted his teeth to keep from shooting off her rocks.

"Juicy wild ass!" he gasped. "Oh baby, it's sooooo tight and luscious, Jesus!"

"D-d-dirty bastard!" Cindy finally managed to wail. "S-s-sneaky fucker! Hate you!"

But Cindy couldn't deny it was exciting in a violent, obscene way. His huge cock knob felt as if it were ripping up to her belly, reaching into the pit of her stomach. Sobbing furiously, she darted a hand down to her cunt and began finger fucking herself frantically, trying to take her mind off the tearing hot pain. She rammed two fingers into her throbbing cunt, wriggling and pumping in a frenzy.

With the shower on, her tortured moans and his excited groans, neither of them could hear the phone ring. Even if they could, they were too locked in lust to care.

Cindy began to have a fierce orgasm. It blended with the battering anguish in her asshole. And when he began to spurt his boiling cream into her churning bowels, a low scream of torture-ecstasy rolled from her throat. Her ravaged ass and inflamed cunt were a mass of roaring fire, so intense and shattering to her tender loins that she shuddered in a mad spasm from head to toe.

"Christ that was… aaaaah… That was – mmmmm! – too much, Cindy," Brian panted, slipping out his deflated cock. "Sorry, baby, I couldn't resist it. Your ass is so hot and beautiful."

Cindy turned around, her eyes stung with tears.

"That was the trick you wanted to teach me, huh, Brian? I don't like dirty tricks. But here's one for you to remember, baby."

Swiftly, and trembling with rage, Cindy brought her knee up violently into his balls. Groaning with shock, he doubled over, steed with pain. Cindy smiled, feeling much better.

"Next time ask first. I would have said yes, you dummy," she hissed. "I think that over while your cock is out of commission for a few days."

She stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and went into her room. She dried half off, realizing ass fucking wasn't that awful really, but the cocky little bastard deserved a lesson in manners. Next time, he'd be polite and cautious. But in the heat of ha anger and lust, she'd forgotten her original purpose was to line him up for Gloria. Cindy began to worry. Mother girl had told her about the knee-in-the-groin trick. She said that they couldn't screw for at least a day or two.

Cindy bit her lips with frustration and anxiety. Where was Gloria anyway. Why hadn't she called? She walked into the brunette's bedroom, dialed information and called the library. Gloria hadn't been in ail day. She heard the shower still going. He must still be trying to catch his breath, she thought with satisfaction. Cindy went into Brian's room and got the bottle of wine. She brought it into Gloria's bedroom, crawled into her bed, and sat up against two propped pillows.

She sipped the wine and smoked a cigarette waiting and worrying and wondering. Maybe she shouldn't tell Gloria about her fuck session with Brian. Maybe the brunette would be furious with her. She might even throw her out of the house.

Sobbing at the thought, Cindy gulped more wine. The swift, violent sexual awakening of the entire day left her mind dazed and her young body completely exhausted. She was sound asleep in Gloria's bed in ten minutes. She fantasized getting on her knees before the ravishing brunette, begging her forgiveness and licking her thighs eagerly.

All she ever wanted was a little love and affection. Her last thought before she dropped into a deep sleep was that beautiful, sweet Gloria would give love to her, always.

But an endless chain of savage thrills would come to torment her innocent young mind and body.

Gloria didn't get back to her house until eleven that evening. She brought her armload of packages upstairs, and went directly to Cindy's room. She opened the door without knocking, a frown crossing her face when she saw the empty bed. Going to Brian's room, she didn't bother to knock. She saw the room was dark from the crack at the bottom of the door. She opened his door and stepped in softly. He was sleeping alone.

Gloria's heart began to beat with alarm. All her plans would be shot to hell if Cindy ran away. She hurried to her own bedroom, opened the door breathlessly and let out a long, shaking sigh of relief.

Cindy was asleep in her bed. Quietly, Gloria deposited the packages on her dresser and went over to the bed, kicking over the empty wine baffle in the darkness. Damn, she thought, the poor darling was worried to death about me and drank herself to sleep.

Gloria went to the edge of the bed and switched on the lamp. Cindy stirred, blinked her eyes and then hugged her fiercely, sobbing with relief and fear.

"I'm sorry I'm so late," Gloria told her, hugging her passionately. "My shopping tour had a few surprises. Are you okay, Sweetheart?"

"I can't lie to you, Gloria," Cindy said. "I want to, but I just can't. I did something terrible without your permission. Please don't throw me out, please!"

"Just tell me what happened, honey," the librarian said. "All the details."

Crying softly, Cindy told her everything from the very beginning, from the moment she offered to fuck Brian to the vicious attack on his balls in the shower.

The brunette smiled and kissed her tenderly.

"And you did all that for me, angel?" she asked. "Well, that's not terrible. Actually, it's very funny. You didn't have to go to all that trouble, Cindy, because I've already fucked Brian. But you did get some precious experience out of the bargain. And," she added with a mocking grin, "so did Brian. I'm touched, Cindy, really touched that you did it all for me."

Trembling with relief, Cindy pressed her face to Gloria's ripe warm tits. "Then you won't throw me out?"

"No, angel. You and I will be together for quite a while. I've got plans for us, tremendously exciting plans."

"Will you come to bed now and let me go down on you?" the girl begged.

She was tempted by the girl's silken hot flesh, but Gloria shook her head firmly.

"Not tonight, Cindy," she said. "We've both had a hell of a day, believe me. Tomorrow is going to be even wilder, I think. I brought you some presents, too. We'll open them in the morning. Let's just put our exhausted pussies to sleep for now."

Gloria stripped and crawled into bed with the blonde. Cindy wrapped her arms fiercely around her and was asleep in a minute. The brunette lay smoking and thinking in the darkness.

It was obvious Cindy would do anything in the world for her now. Tomorrow, she would put the lovely girl up for her first test. It would be the beginning of her long, strenuous training in the school of hot, depraved sex.

Her classrooms were out there – on the streets and in the upper-class bars, and in the lobbies of swank hotels. There were the ladies' rooms of the best department stores, and in dozens of other places where the frustrated rich hung out, men and women alike.

CHAPTER SIX

Both Gloria and Cindy were awake when Brian left for school the next morning. They watched him from the upstairs bedroom window, laughing as he painfully hobbled down the sidewalk.

"He'll think twice and wait a long time before he fucks another girl in the ass," Gloria chuckled. Then she turned to the blonde.

"What would you do if I did that to you, angel?" she asked. "With a nine-inch fat cock?"

"Well, if you did it, I'd love it," Cindy said quickly. "Nothing you could do to me could possibly hurt me."

"Life is full of surprises," Gloria murmured. After a big breakfast, the brunette opened the packages she'd bought in L.A. Cindy's blue eyes flashed with awe and curiosity – and a stab of sharp fear. She gazed at the whip, the spike-heeled boots.

"We have to save our energy for later," she told the madly aroused girl, fighting the temptation to drop to her knees and begin kissing Cindy's exposed little cunt.

"Now here's your assignment for today," Gloria told her, hugging and squeezing her plump ass through her panties.

Listening eagerly, Cindy nodded, her heart pumping with excitement.

An hour later, the blonde left the house. She wore an expensive new blouse and mini-skirt over her sexy new panties. Gloria showed her how to apply makeup without overdoing it. The effect was sultry and irresistible, but expensive too. Watching her leave with a thrill of pride, the librarian realized Cindy had class, more than Lisa by far. She was still in the potential stage, but Gloria would develop her to the hilt.

The brunette dressed herself and made up. Finished, she admired herself in the mirror. Her expensive new dress had just the right touch of elegance, snugly flaunting every ripe curve. She put fresh sheets on her bed. She and Cindy had come all over the place yesterday, leaving cunt-juice and cherry blood in a trail of frantic lust.

Two hours later, Cindy returned with a man. Following Gloria's instructions, she'd gone to the bar at the local country club. A number of wealthy types had tried to pick her, up. She'd selected a ruggedly handsome type in his mid-thirties. His tight-fitting slacks showed he was obviously well-hung. He wasn't the sort to frequent libraries. He would be only a temporary problem in Gloria's extensive plans.

The blonde introduced Gloria as her sister. Before Cindy and the man went upstairs, she slipped Gloria a fresh hundred-dollar bill.

It was that easy, the brunette thought with triumph, caressing the bill. For pleasure, for profit, for bizarre new adventures, gorgeous Cindy was the key to a fantastic new life. Dressed and made up properly, she could easily pass for twenty-one.

It wasn't all that easy, Gloria realized. There were her own strange desires to satisfy, and she had no intention of building up a clientele in this town. She was too well-known here, and word would inevitably get around. She'd deliberately given Cindy an easy assignment to build up her confidence. The luscious creature had to be subjected to a certain amount of humiliation and torture and degradation for the sake of experience. There would be bus stations as well as country clubs, brawny hardhats as well as gentlemen, schoolgirls and college boys and society bitches and housewives and even tramps.

They were going to experience it all, from the streets to the plush apartments.

Gloria put the bill away and sipped a glass of wine. She glanced at her watch. She would give them ten more minutes before Cindy's first real lesson would begin.

Then doubt began to gnaw at her mind.

Was it right to drag Cindy, a naive girl through all this hell and ecstasy, just because she, Gloria, felt that she'd missed so much during her drab, sex-less life in this small, dull town? All right, so she wanted to live life to the vicious hilt. But what about the sweet teenager who worshipped her? Why chain her to a roller-coaster ride of depraved sex games when Gloria could ride by herself? Why be a selfish bitch?

The best thing she could do was reject Cindy, toss her out now before the violent action began. After this one lesson, Gloria promised herself. Just one wild ride, and Cindy could go. Eventually she'd meet a nice boy, get married and settle down. Her heart would be broken for a while, but those were the harsh realities of life.

Tears filled Gloria's eyes as she drank her wine.

The next thing Cindy did when she got her pickup into Gloria's bedroom was massage his thick cock through his pants. Cindy breathed rapidly, her lush tits aching. She followed Gloria's instructions to the precise letter.

"God, that's a big one!" Cindy whispered fervently. "I always pick a real man, and I knew today would be my lucky day."

He smiled down at her with an amused glint in his grey eyes that filled the blonde with faint uneasiness.

"I'll bet you tell that to all the guys," he said. He squeezed her tits in his hands softly. His cock rose quickly beneath her lewd fingers. Cindy unzipped his pants and pulled his long, hot cock rod out. She jerked it lasciviously in her hot fist.

"Oh, that's a honey!" she panted. Only half her excitement was an act, though. He did have a huge cock and there was something tough and male about him that sparked her natural passion. This wasn't a dumb college boy like Brian.

"God, I'd love to go down on you," Cindy whispered, "I'd just love to suck that monster off, but I'd have to charge extra for that, Jim. A girl has to take care of herself in a harsh world like this."

She licked her lips lustfully, wetting them down with promise.

"I usually charge an extra fifty for a special job, but because you've got such a beauty, I'll suck you off and give you the time of your life for forty," she said. "Okay?"

"Twenty-five and not a penny more, honey," he replied.

That's how he got rich, Cindy thought, through tough bargaining. If Gloria could inspire her to be such a terrific actress – and she loved the acting part of it, feeling like a movie star in a challenging role – then she'd be tough, too.

She stepped back, slipped out of her blouse and skirt quickly and let him see her tawny, silken curves through her sheer panties and bra.

"Thirty-five, Jim, not a penny less," she said.

He sighed and shook his head. His steely eyes raked her lush body. A sharp instinct in Cindy's mind began to sound a vague alarm. There was something phony about this guy, she thought.

"You got it, beautiful," he said, pulling a roll of bills from his pocket. He counted the money and handed it to her. Proudly, Cindy put it in a dresser drawer. Gloria would love her for that. She watched him strip, her excitement rising as she drank in his lean muscled body. With his huge cock and balls, he looked like a powerful fucking machine, a real stud.

Still wearing her bra, panties, black nylons and heels, Cindy followed him to the bed. He lay back with his knees drawn up, and she eagerly crawled between his spread legs and gripped his throbbing cock in her fist.

She began with her lollipop ritual, the way Brian had told her. He held her head in his hands, groaning, as Cindy nibbled and kissed and sucked his crimson cock, dipping her mouth down to lick and suck at his balls. She was proud of her new ability.

"Hey, honey, it's… oooooh… that's a real blowjob! Jesus Christ, you're good! Ummmmm, slut, I'm… ooooo… I'm trying not to come but… ooooooo! You little cocksucker, you're a real pro!"

In less than three minutes, Cindy had him spurting his boiling jism in a rushing flood in her mouth. She swallowed the fiery cream greedily, milking every hot drop with lust.

She sat up, panting and hot-eyed.

"You want me to leave my sexy stuff on or off, Jim?" she inquired.

Gloria had told her a lot of men preferred to screw through the crotchless panties and they got a special kick from the sheer black nylons and heels.

But he stared past her, surprised.

"I'm not sure," he said. "Ask your sister."

Startled, Cindy whirled around. Gloria had stepped quietly into the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Take everything off, Cindy," she said softly, unzipping her dress. "If my presence really bothers you, Jim, I'll leave. But if I stay, there won't be any extra charge. I think you'll like watching Cindy and me in action. Won't you?"

"Shit, yes!" he retorted, his eyes focusing on the sultry, hot-breasted brunette.

Beneath her dress, she wore her low-cut leather bra, crotchless leather panties, black nylons and boots.

Cindy felt a strange mixture of confusion, panic and excitement in her blood. She shook her head.

"Gloria, I don't understand," she said. "Why…"

"Just do exactly as I say, darling," she interrupted. "Never question me."

"Do you want to take her now, or would you rather watch us first?" Gloria asked the man.

He got up off the bed, grinning coolly.

"Be my guest," he said. His long prick was already stiff with hot anticipation.

"Strip, Cindy," the gleaming, brunette ordered. "Lie on your belly with your arms and legs outstretched."

She turned her back on the trembling blonde and from the top dresser drawer took out the whip, manacles and the immense curved dildo with the harness attached.

Tears filled Cindy's eyes, but she didn't dare disobey. Her hands shook as she stripped naked and lay on her belly. She opened her mouth to beg Gloria not to hurt her when she remembered the promises she'd made. Anything for the beautiful brunette she adored, anything. She sobbed softly as Gloria looped the chains around each wrist and ankle, chaining her to the bedposts.

The man leaned against the wail, his arms folded. His long cock leaped with excitement as he silently watched with burning eyes.

Gloria picked up the whip and leaned down to whisper in the shivering blonde's ear.

"I'm sorry, darling. This is part of the game. Scream and cry all you want. I'll make it up to you afterwards, I promise. All right?"

Crying, Cindy nodded, bit her lip furiously and braced herself. Maybe she deserved punishment for yesterday, or maybe this cruel streak was a hidden part of Gloria's strange passion. Either way, she was Gloria's sex slave and she would bear it somehow, she hoped.

An eerie, soaring lust gripped the panting brunette as she trailed the thongs over Cindy's golden-skinned ass in a teasing caress. Now she felt like Lisa. A wild power seized her ass he gazed down at Cindy's helplessly trembling cheeks. She raised the whip high. Just this one time, and then Cindy would be free of her forever. But oh, that lovely hot little ass had to turn crimson so it could be sucked and bitten and loved.

She came down with the whip and Cindy screamed, shuddering violently on the bed. Gloria's breath came faster with each lashing arc. She loved each agonizing wail from the girl's madly trembling lips.

"For your own good, angel!" Gloria cried, caught in the grip of the fiercest, strangest excitement she'd ever felt. "It's all for your own good."

Cindy prayed she would faint as the blazing torment spread from her bright red asscheeks to every tingling nerve in her helpless flesh. She then noticed that the merciless torture had stopped. Gloria's wet tongue started to soothe and lick her raw ass, gently biting and sucking folds of her flesh, then licking her asshole with loving sweetness.

Jesus, thought the man, shaking his head, I've seen some kinky games in my time, but this pair beats them all. The girl couldn't have been more than sixteen in spite of her makeup and cool. She was so self-assured when she'd picked him up. And the brunette was a knockout, a wild sex-Goddess in her strange costume. Now the brunette was sucking at the moaning blonde's pink cunt with long laps of her tongue, tenderly caressing her silky red ass. The girl softly screamed with ecstasy.

Gloria continued to devour Cindy's hotly soaked cunt for ten minutes, giving her a series of shattering orgasms to atone for the whipping. Finally, she got off the bed and looked at the man, whose cock was throbbing with urgency.

"Turn her over on her back," he told Gloria. "I like to see what I'm getting."

Her own cunt feverish with excitement, Gloria unlocked the chains and gently turned the sobbing blonde over on her back, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

"Go ahead," she told the man. "I'll just watch."

Grinning at Gloria, he gestured to the giant dildo on the dresser.

"I figure I'd better go first, before you use that on her," he said. "After that monster, she won't even be able to feet my cock."

He climbed on top of Cindy, his cockmeat pounding with urgency. He had to admit that the stacked brunette's lashing of the pretty, helpless blonde had aroused him furiously. He wasn't aroused by the pain part of it, but he loved comparing, the lust and sexiness of the pair – the soft silken nakedness of the juicy young girl and the creamy lushness of the hotly curved woman.

He slid a few inches of his burning meat into Cindy's tight, moistened cunt. Damn, what fabulous hot pussy! She was the sweetest, most eager cunt he'd had in years.

Though still dazed with shock over the sudden switch from the lashing agony of the whip to the fierce thrills from Gloria's lewdly sucking tongue, Cindy responded instantly. With a deep moan of passion, she raised her legs and locked them tightly around the man's waist, rubbing his hard ass.

"Yes, fuck me!" she sobbed. "Fuck me, I'm still hot! Oooooo! Ram it all in, please! I need it, need loving, hurt me, rip me up, fuck me with your hot meat, unnnnngh!"

He gritted his teeth, groaning as her fiery cunt squirmed and wriggled and sucked at his plunging cock with frantic hunger. She wiggled her damp hot tits furiously against his chest, sinking her teeth into his bare shoulders. She craved his burning come at once. Something strange and shattering and madly exciting had happened to her when Gloria tormented her so cruelly and then sucked her off so passionately. It was as if a hidden spark of insane lust had been ignited deep in her loins.

"Not so – ooooof! – not so fast, honey. Christ, you're sucking my load too fast, ease up,jeeeeez what cunt! What hot juicy cunt! Unnnnng!"

The man clenched his jaw and tried to detach his mind from Cindy's frenzied hot cunt slit, her thrashing silken flesh, and her deliriously fucking hips. He'd always prided himself on having the stamina of a bull. But the sex-crazed blonde was assaulting him with everything she had – lips, teeth, tongue, tits, clawing fingers, boiling cunt.

He thought of his own wife and her sagging tits and worn-out cunt. It dampened his excitement enough to enable him to hang on temporarily.

Gloria watched him plunge his long cock in and out of Cindy with a blend of feverish lust and uneasy suspicion. She'd never seen Cindy being fucked by a man before, and it aroused her tremendously. The girl was pure raw desire in action, every golden inch of her nakedness on fire with hunger. But there was something about the man that disturbed her.

He had too many rough edges to hang out at country clubs, although anyone could go into the bar without being a member. He dressed expensively. He had the money to pay, obviously. She tried to get rid of the nagging feeling, telling herself there were a lot of self-made men who made fortunes and never shed their rough edges. But the feeling persisted.

"Fuck me harder!" Cindy cried, jerking her hips in mad spasms. "Gimmie more! Make me come… oooooh, yessss!"

"God… damn!" the man grunted, surrendering his control. Even the thought of his wife's boring cunt couldn't keep his load from shooting oft. The raving blonde whipped her tight, slippery hot cunt on his bursting cock with electrifying power. She was the hottest, most fantastic little cunt of his jaded life. He thought he'd had the best until now.

She was still trying to crush his limp cock in her frantic cunt slit but he managed to free himself in a swift movement.

"I think your little sister is a wee bit on the passionate side," he grinned at Gloria, getting off the bed. "Your turn."

"I'll decide when," Gloria told him coldly. She still didn't like him, in spite of his rugged good looks. Nevertheless, she was zoo aroused and anxious to use the new dildo on Cindy to wait. She strapped the harness on, buckling it tight. It was the same model Lisa had used on her.

Gloria chained Cindy to the bed again, spread-eagled on her back.

"I'm not going to use the whip, honey," she promised her. "This is for say own protection. You're going to get so hot you might claw and bite me to death."

"Yes, fuck me, Gloria," Cindy begged through a haze of tears. "I can't get any hotter than I am now!"

"I wouldn't bet on that," the man muttered, leaning against the wail. He ignored the brunette's vicious look.

Still wearing her bra and crotchless leather panties and boots, Gloria climbed on top of Cindy, and pressed the giant cock to the girl's stomach.

For a couple of minutes, Gloria Frenched and stroked and rubbed her hot body to Cindy's. She promised her it would only hurt a little, and she would learn to love it. She found herself using Lisa's words, as though she were re-living the frenzied scene with Cindy the victim.

Then she reached down to Cindy's soaked cunt and spread her juices around the head of the massive cock. Cautiously, she switched it on and gently inserted it an inch into the girl's eagerly sucking cunt.

"Oooooo! Oh my oh Gloria… oh Lord! Oh fuck meeeeeee! Yesssss, fuck me, fuck me, darling, oh it's – eeeee! – it's crazy!"

With each lunge of her hips, the brunette inserted a fraction more of the monstrous humming prick, taking care to hurt Cindy as little as possible. The whipping had been enough. She would never fuck the beautiful girl again. She wanted this last sex act to be a thrilling, unforgettable memory for Cindy.

"Oh Gloria I love it, I love you, darling! Oooooooo! Oh I'm losing my minddddd! Unnnnnf! Fuck me forever, beautiful Gloria, I need you, always, always!" Cindy cried.

The most violent, blazing thrills of her life were now shuddering through Cindy's feverish hot cunt, as the vibrating mounds on the dildo tingled and inched deeper. The chained, screaming blonde struggled furiously against her bonds, not to escape the shattering thrills but to wrap her arms fiercely around Gloria.

The librarian rammed the dildo passionately in and out of Cindy's cunt slit. She was careful to keep her head high, any from Cindy's sharp white teeth.

The man watched, fascinated, as the beautiful brunette sensuously fucked the delirious blonde. His cock was once more hard and surged with blood. The brunette's crotchless panties, he noted, also exposed he puckered brown asshole.

Now was as good a time as any, he decided.

He went over to where his jacket was draped on the chair. He reached into the inside pocket and took out a pair of handcuffs. He went to the head if the bed and in swift, practiced movements, handcuffed the brunette's wrist to the blonde's.

Gloria froze.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"A number of things, honey," he replied. "But first this…"

He went to the rear of the bed and crouched between their spread legs. Pressing the crimson knob of his hard cock against Gloria's exposed anus, he rammed it deep and began to fuck her asshole with brutal, rapid thrusts.

Her mind was in a daze of terror and panic. Gloria could only sob as he lunged his boiling cock savagely into her churning bowels. With each jerk of his hips, her hips lurched forward so that she continued to fuck Cindy involuntarily.

He came in less than two minutes, his burning jism stinging and spattering in Gloria's helpless asshole. Then he slipped his cock rod out and, with a long sigh, got off the bed.

Cindy was too dazed with raw thrills to realize what was happening. But the numb terror in Gloria was quickly growing.

"Please, let us go," the brunette pleaded. "If this is a joke…"

"No joke, honey," he broke in. "Now you girls wait here, I'll be right back."

Naked, he left the room and went downstairs where they'd both left their purses on the kitchen table. He searched the girl's purse and found loose change but no I.D.. In Gloria's purse he found the marked hundred-dollar bill and her complete identification. He took the bill and her I.D. back with him upstairs. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, studying her identification and credit cards.

"I'll call the police," Gloria said weakly, her heart hammering with fear.

"Lady, I am the police," he said cheerfully. "Lieutenant Collins, vice squad. And it says here that you, madam, are the Chief Librarian in our noble town. Glad to meet you, honey."

"Listen," Gloria whispered, her face chalk-white with fear, "Ill give you money. I have over five thousand dollars. You can have it all, I swear! Just… let us go, please?"

"What the hell do you think I am, a crook?" he said indignantly. "Hell, I don't mind a little free ass now and then, but you can keep your bribe. Fact is, I was out at the country club looking for hookers who come up here from L.A.. Your little friend fell for me instead. If you're sisters, I'm Tiny Tim."

"She ran away from a drunken mother and the slobs her mother brought home to rape her. Go ahead, arrest me if you want, but for God's sake, don't put her away. Let me give her money to go somewhere else before you take me in, that's all I ask."

"The police?" Cindy whispered, finally coming to her senses. "Oh my God, Gloria, are they going to separate us? NO!"

"Shut up, both of you!" Collins snapped, losing his temper. "Just shut up and let me think."

He got up, found a cigarette and paced the floor around the bed nervously, thinking. The smart bitch knew the law, all right. And she did have a highly respectable position in town. He'd already had one or two close scrapes in the past, and the chief knew for certain he'd been on the take once. And that he was knocking off free ass whenever he could.

He paused, inhaling smoke deeply. It was a dangerous bust, all the way around. Two against one, their word against his. With her face cleaned up and scrubbed, and dressed like a sweet virgin, the blonde's testimony would be eaten up in court. She'd be the purest angel that walked the face of the earth. Shit! he thought.

As for the librarian, almost the same deal, except for the ages. She'd come into court looking like a Goddamned nun – polite, demure, educated. Sure, he could get a police photographer over here to shoot pictures now, but how in the hell was he going to explain how he found them in that position without a warrant? The fucking laws were so screwed up nowadays; they'd end up the victims and he'd be the bastard, he thought.

He studied the brunette with hard eyes. She meant it, the beautiful bitch. She'd drag him down with her if he pushed it. Only seven years to go for a pension, too. Invasion of privacy, extortion – ass was extortion, and then letting the librarian fuck her as well while he watched. And then raping her in the ass after he'd handcuffed them.

The papers would eat up the scandal. And when he got right down to it, he knew damn well the D.A. would throw the fucking case out before it ever got to court.

The sexy librarian and her gorgeous little girlfriend would go scot-free, while his pension was pissed down the drain.

"Shit!" Collins exploded in a fury. Once again he'd put his horny cock before his brains. All he'd had to do was bust the girl at the country club the moment she took the money and he would have had a legitimate bust. But no, the brilliant law enforcer Collins had to fuck everything in sight first.

The brunette was watching him with fierce, determined eyes. Now that she was calmed down, she knew where they stood too. Christ, here he was a cop, and they had him by the balls.

Collins chewed his lip. Should he try and get the five thousand out of her? No chance. She was too smart for that now that she was over her panic. Why couldn't she be a dumb rich broad who knew nothing about the law?

Sighing, Collins unlocked the handcuffs, sullenly put on his clothes and took his money from the dresser drawer where Cindy had put it. Oh well, he thought philosophically, at least he'd gotten some wild free aunt and a great blowjob.

"Okay, smart titties," he snarled at Gloria. "You got a stalemate this time. Not a word about this to anyone. If she ever tries hooking again in this town, I'll bust her cute ass on the spot. Deal?"

"Deal," Gloria said, trembling on the bed. "We're leaving town tomorrow anyway."

Collins hesitated in the doorway, his eyes raking over their hotly curved bodies.

"Tomorrow, huh?" he asked. "What are you doing later tonight?"

"We're busy. Take your handcuffs and leave, Collins."

"I hate smart bitches," the cop muttered, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

When the front door downstairs slammed as well, Gloria shook fiercely from head to toe with unbearable relief. She unchained Cindy and held her tight to soothe her hysteria.

Later that night as they lay in bed, Gloria told her about her decision in a soft but firm voice.

"We're leaving town tomorrow, Cindy, but I'm going to give you five hundred dollars and put you on the bus to Los Angeles," Gloria said. "I'm, not coming with you. I'm going my own way."

"No!" Cindy screamed, clutching the brunette hysterically. "No, no, no! I'll follow you, I swear I will, you'll never get rid of me. Don't leave me, Gloria, DON'T!"

"It's for your own good, angel," Gloria said, tears in her eyes. "You'll meet a nice boy or a man someday and get married and settle down and have kids. I want you to forget you ever met me."

"No!"

"Don't you understand, Cindy?" she explained. "I will drag you down with me. I have to do what I'm going to do, but you don't!"

"And what's going to happen to me?" Cindy sobbed. "Do you want me to end up a cheap ten dollar whore on the streets? God, can't you see, Gloria, I like it! I love sex, I love you, it's going to happen anyway and I want it to happen with you."

"You're the only person in the whole world who's ever been kind to me and now you want to leave me an the streets!"

"Don't you understand?" Gloria shouted. "I'm going to hell, not down there but right here in this world. I don't want to be a librarian anymore. I want to live every minute of my life, and it's going to be all sex, all bizarre games and torture and thrills – I'm going to…"

"Then take me with you, Gloria," Cindy pleaded desperately, clutching her. "Without you, I'll get hurt anyway, but with you at least I'll be happy! I don't want to go out on the streets, not without you! I want to go to hell if that's where you're going – please, please, please?"

Gloria smoked a cigarette in the darkness and let Cindy cry in her arms. What would happen to the blonde if she deserted her?

"All right, Cindy," she told her, sighing deeply. "Well go to hell together then, darling. And whatever else happens, I'll always take care of you, always."

Cindy was so happy and excited it took two sedatives and an hour of passionate love to put her to sleep.

Their destinies were interlinked now, chained by lust. The brunette caressed the girl softly as she slept. What was wrong about it? She didn't choose to be born or to live or die, or to suffer from raw, violent desires that had to be filled with shattering consequences. She didn't invent sex. Whoever had the arrogant notion that they lived their own lives anyway?

Their lives were being lived for them – hers and Cindy's and everyone's, only the rest of them didn't know it. Gloria knew it with devastating certainty.

The next time around, Cindy would be waiting for her then, too – sweet, luscious, eternally loving and hot, and utterly delicious. Even if Gloria were a man, Cindy would be waiting for her, because angels never died.

Gloria slept with a sultry smile on her lips.

Content

Mark Carver
Hot pants librarian

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX