Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2007 15:53:49 +0000 (GMT)
From: Lucy Hopper <lucybabypet@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: taking-the-librarian 2

It took a good ten minutes to bring her round. There was a couch in the
staff room and we carried her through. I got her a glass of water and sat
her up a little. Fran and Mary went to. the bathroom to freshen up. Then
there were footsteps out in the hall and there was Carrie, tall, blonde,
angular, loud, 29 now, but sexy as hell, sniffing for action. `This had
better be as good as you said on the phone,' she said. `Dragging me
half across town. Chels and Jay (they were a pair of biker girls from
Southend who crashed out at her place from time to time) have gone on to
mine. I said we`d follow on Is this her then?'
She looked critically down at poor Eileen Trench slumped on the couch
with a blanket over her. She was beginning to stir. One of the girls had
perched her severe black spectacles back on her nose and they were
crooked. He lips were swollen from the kissing she had been given and
from the forcible face fucking she had been made to offer. I thought she
had never looked so sexy in her life - although in a very different way
from Carrie.
`Is she drunk? High?'
`Neither. The girls, well all of us, we just went for her and it was her
first time. She fought us off for a while but then just gave in. She was
crazy for it within minutes. We sucked her and fucked her and fisted her
and used her and she just passed out.'
`Lucy?' Miss Trencher, as I still thought of her, Eileen was suddenly
looking up at me through her crooked glasses. I bent down beside her.
`Hi, Eileen,' I said. `We over did it a bit. You were pretty wild back
there though.'
`I never knew,' she said simply, pulling the blanket over herself
tighter over herself and shivering suddenly. `We did such things. I
never knew there were such things.'
`She looked after her mother, for years,' I explained to Carrie. `
Lives on her own now. Doesn't get out much.'
Carrie pulled the blanket back a little, Eileen's big white shapely
shoulders were lovely, the big breasts below them slightly blotchy from
our attentions, but magnificent. Carrie twitched the blanket away and we
stared down at the creamy flesh, the curve of the belly, the hips, the
startling contrast of the black bushy hair, fine full thighs, round knees
and full shapely calves. I couldn't think how I had never fancied her in
the past. But then she dressed so severely, and the glasses were so
heavy., and her hair was always pulled back. Her face was plump, verging
on double-chinned. Who was to now there was a such voluptuous feat of
delights hidden under there
`Oh my`, said Carrie, `Aren't you lovely? And you say she takes a
fist, too? It's not your first time, is it, my flower?' She held Eileen
just under the chin, hard, cruelly. `Who's been playing with you,
opening you up regularly then?'
Eileen Trencher flushed. `I do it myself at night,' she said. `I
imagine things and do it to myself. Are the other two girls coming
back?'
`Don't you fret, hon. We're all taking you back to my place and we'll
take care of you there, I promise you,' said Carrie. `I've got toys
you wouldn't have dreamed of.'
`No, no,' she whimpered, suddenly rising with a wobble from the sofa.
`I must get home.'
`It's Ok, Eileen .` I said. We'll take you with us. Let's sort your
clothes out.'
I'd ripped off her blouse and skirt rather too enthusiastically and tore
her panties and tights in my excitement. We did the best we could with
her and Carrie took her car round to the back yard while I made sure
everything was locked up and secure. The place would look just the same
to everyone the morning - nobody would have any idea that we had fucked
the reading and reference library manager silly on the counter...
Fran and Mary re-appeared, giggling. Lord knew want they had been taking
in the staff bathroom. They both looked pretty far gone now. `We're all
going back to Carrie's place,' I said. `Make a night of it. Her biker
girls are going to be there.'
Mary licked her lips. `Fantastic,` she said. `We can use the drying
racks in her kitchen...
Eileen sat slumped between Fran and me in the car. `You're sure you
didn't give her anything?' I whispered.
`Yes. She's just in a state of shock, I guess,' said Fran. `And lust!
'I watched her slip a hand under Eileen 's coat as she drowsed between
us and saw her find the firm flesh of her thigh. She moaned softly and
her head nudged down on my shoulder. Fran went on stroking and worked her
hand up to the hairs between her legs. Eileen clamped her hand between
them and I turned her head to me and kissed her bruised, puffy lips which
parted for me as she kissed me back and wriggled under the movement of
Fran's fingers. I knew we were going to be OK. Her breathing was heavy
again already.
She took some getting out of the car, though. It was a smartly converted
old townhouse the smarter end of the city and we soon had her in the
house.. We all knew it well. We had often brought waifs and strays here
in the summer and amused ourselves with then till the morning. Eileen was
different - older, bigger, and I worked with her for 47 weeks a year and
we discussed, books, television programmes and whether we needed two new
tables in the reading room which was now lined with computers and had
lost the air of scholastic peace it once had, to Eileen's regret. I
remembered she had enjoyed a brief relationship with one of the male
librarians but he had left for another branch. She had seemed sad for
awhile but, she assured me over a coffee break, it had never been
serious. `Nothing physical then?' I had asked rudely. She had blushed
and shaken her head.
And now she was in Carrie's kitchen, staring nervously at the two biker
girls, Chels and Jay, who had stripped off their jackets down to tank
tops and were very alarming, all leather and tattooed bare muscled arms
as they lowered the wooden clothes drying racks from the ceiling. Carrie
had left the shell of the kitchen all Aga and Victorian although there
was a battery of fine fitted units all round the room. Carrie clapped her
hands. `Come on, get her stripped,' she said briskly, pulling Eileen's
coat off and tossing it on the big table that ran down the centre of the
kitchen. Eileen shivered again. The bikers girls whooped and stripped her
naked before hauling her on to the table. Bewildered, she began to lie
down, but they laughed, jumped upside her and hauled her upright. Fran
joined them and pulled Eileen's wrists towards here, deftly typing them
with a cord before the biker girls lowered the drying racks a few feet
and gave her room to tier the already bound wrists further, to the
horizontal wooden poles. Then they raised the racks on their pulley again
until Eileen's arms were stretched above her head, not uncomfortably but
taut and straight, her feet flat on the table beneath.
Mary clapped in delight from the doorway. `Perfect!' she said. `And
when we've finished with her we can draw straws and see who the next
victim is going to be.' The biker girls stood either side of their
victim on the table and ran their hands up, and down her body. The short
chunky one, Jay, kissed her left armpit and fondled her wiry black bush
in front, while Chelsea, white hair cut short like a small boy's fondled
the heavy breasts and then the big buttocks,`'Hey,' she said
critically. `Her bum is all red. Who's been spanking her.?'
`That was me,' Fran confessed. `I couldn't keep my hands off her.'
Eileen looked dumbly down at us.
`I don't think we should wait till afterwards for a second subject,'
said Carrie suddenly. `I think we should string someone up with her now.
And never mind short straws. Eileen shall decide. Who would you like
lashed to you my darling? You shall decide. How about Fran who beat you
so cruelly? You could thrash her back if we tethered here beside you. Or
maybe one of these exciting young girls. See how their toned arms have
such muscles interplaying and rippling. I love that. They do things to me
all night long when they come to stay. Who shall it be?'
`Lucy,' gasped Eileen, looking at me. `I want Lucy up here with me.
She started it all.'
Carrie approached me, green eyes gleaming an as I turned to flee with a
laugh, she wound two long bare arms round my neck from behind and jerked
me towards her as Mary joined her and grabbled my knees. I fought and
kicked and swore. I could see it was no joke now. Fran jumped down from
the table and the four of them swung me, still fighting and cursing, on
to the table. In seconds they had stripped off my top and bra, then my
jeans and pants were off and Fran was nuzzling me between the legs as the
others bound my wrists and hauled me up next to Eileen who was licking
her lips and smiling strangely. They left us, tied close together, arms
above our heads. Chelsea licked my armpits. Mmmm, vanilla,' she said.
`Yummy.' She licked my breasts ands tweaked my nipples.
Mary came across from the sink and took Eileen a drink. Her lips were
still swollen and full and dry looking and she drank it down avidly as
Mary tilted the glass to her mouth. I was feeling pretty dry mouthed
myself. I knew want these lot could be like. I had been one of them long
enough. Carrie brought me a drink, too, and I gulped it down despite
myself. Carrie laughed. `Was there anything in that?' I said suddenly.
`That wasn't just water, was it?'
`Nothing the rest of us haven't had, baby,' she said. She had stripped
down to her thong and her lean, rangy tanned body which always excited me
from afar, on holidays, was close to mine. She began to kiss me, forcing
her strong tongue into my mouth, pressing her hot wiry body against me.
Our small breasts squashed tight against each other, our nipples fought.
The biker girls were on to Eileen now, raking their nails down her bare
thighs and then through her black pubic hair where Chelsea began to lick
her.
`Hey, come one, we can't all get on the table,' said Mary, lowering
the pulley.' Let them stand on the chairs and we can get at them from
the floor. They all jumped down, slid the table away and set chairs under
our feet. I could hardly reach mine and was on tiptoe, Eileen was
actually swinging from her wrists now, about three inches above the
chair. As the biker girls continued running their hands all over her
bare, white suspended body, teasing and tormenting and titillating,
Carrie ordered the Dutch girls to hold me steady and I watched the
muscles in her slender tanned arm ripple and turn as she began to finger
my pussy lips. Mary was biting my ass now, hard, painfully, Fran was
licking my nipples. Beside me I felt Eileen's hot body twisting and
turning under the remorseless attack of the other girls. Carrie laughed
up at me. `I'm going to fist you up to my elbow,' she said. `Then
it'll be the rolling pin!'
Whatever they had given me to drink was getting to me now. I just wanted
them to have me. Beside me, the biker girls had already started in
earnest on Eileen. Chels held her still and her evil little friend was
working her slim tattoo-ed arm up into Eileen's pussy, turning it and
laughing in a deep growl as Eileen screamed her rapture.

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