Chapter 6
Angela returned home after stopping to shop for new clothes and found a note from Cheri. The note said that Cheri was going to see her mother to talk things over, and that she'd probably return home late that evening.
Switching on the television, Angela decided to take it easy. She hadn't fucked the boys that day and, strangely, she found herself thinking about them. She thought how funny it was for her to be thinking about them, of their cocks, and of the way they were forceful and commanding.
When the doorbell rang, Angela assumed that it was Cheri returning. Perhaps she had forgotten her key.
Roger and Ron and Jeff hit the door with their shoulders as soon as she opened it a crack, sending Angela stumbling backward into the room. She fell on her ass, her legs kicking up in the air. Roger got a brief glimpse of Angela's white panties and it excited him greatly.
"Howdy, bitch!" Roger said, closing and locking the door. "I missed you today!"
Angela scrambled to her feet, her eyes blazing angrily at the intrusion into her home. In the library she knew that the boys could only take her for thirty minutes. Here, in her own home with Cheri gone for hours, the boys could do whatever they pleased with her.
"Get out of here this minute! Do you hear me, Roger?" Angela trembled. Her knees felt weak as she watched the three boys fan out and move toward her. "How did you find out where I live?"
"It seems that Jeff here checked your purse while you were sucking on my cock yesterday," Roger said, chuckling at the fear in Angela's eyes. He was still pissed off about Cheri deep-throating his cock, then leaving him with a hard-on that just wouldn't go down.
"Please leave," Angela said weakly. She felt defeated.
When Angela noticed that Jeff had a long, coiled rope in his hand she almost fainted. This was going to be worse than she expected.
"Take your clothes off," Roger said, standing in front of Angela. "Take them off or me and the boys'll rip them off you."
Angela looked into Roger's eyes. They were filled with rage. Obediently she began unbuttoning her blouse, feeling shameful and wicked.
The boys all gasped and laughed as they watched Angela in her obvious embarrassment. First her blouse came off, then her skirt. She stripped off her panty hose, leaving her in just a white bra and panties.
"Go on, take it all off."
Reaching behind her back, Angela unhooked the clasp of her bra and shrugged her shoulders. The garment filtered down her arms and her tits wiggled freely, the nipples hard with excitement and fear.
"Great pair of tits, slut," Roger commented almost clinically. "Now let's see the pussy!"
As she pulled her bikini panties down, bending forward, Angela's thirty-six-inch tits swung out away from her body, hanging down and looking incredibly full and delicious. She could actually feel the boys' eyes on her trembling, nude body.
The boys surrounded Angela, their cocks all quickly being excited into a state of hardness that made their pants bulge out.
Later Angela would not understand why she did it. Her action was so strange and foreign that it was like someone else was commanding her body. But suddenly, without a word of warning on her part, she slashed Roger's neck with her long fingernails. Three lines, red and fully five inches long, showed on his neck.
"You goddamn bitch!" Roger screamed as he felt his neck bleeding. "You're going to be sorry for that!"
They worked as a team, holding Angela tight as they carried her to the bedroom. Unwittingly they brought her to her own bedroom and began tying her down. When they were finished, Angela's arms and legs were tied to the bed posts and she was spread out, completely defenseless.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged, watching the horny boys stripping out of their clothes.
Angela watched three cocks jump at her, seemingly homing in on her body. Roger's prick, of course, was much larger than Ron's and Jeff's, but Angela knew that all three pricks could give her intense, bone-jarring pleasure.
"Okay, cocksucker, let's see you go to work," Roger said as he got on the bed. He straddled Angela's body, his thighs crushing her tits and his long cock drooping down over her face. "I'm going to fuck you good for scratching me like that."
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. It just happened," Angela said, looking up past the cock that wagged in her face. She could smell its musky aroma and her mouth watered, as though she were hungry for a steak.
Roger grabbed his prick by the base and slapped the bulbous, red cockhead against Angela's cheek. He wasn't sure yet what he was going to do to her, but he knew it had to be something that she would remember, something that would make her remember to never, ever strike out at him again.
Ron saw Angela's pink pussy hiding between the dark curls of hair and he slipped onto the bed between her thighs. Since Angela's ankles were tied, she couldn't close her thighs and he knew it.
"That pussy looks about as tasty as anything I've seen," he said, laughing lightly as his fingers grazed over Angela's cunt lips.
Ron tickled Angela's clit, rubbing it with his middle finger as he stretched out on the bed, his face close to her cunt. Ron could see the cunt getting moist and juicy right before his eyes.
Angela felt a tongue flicking against her clit and she moaned lustily. Upon opening her mouth, Roger slipped his cock into the opening, prying apart her lips.
"I don't know what I'm going to do to you yet, Miss Cocksucker, but you're not going to be happy about it," Roger said as he slipped several inches of hard prick flesh into her hot mouth. He rubbed his neck and looked at his fingers. There was a faint red mark from blood. "Slut!"
Angela rubbed the underside of Roger's cockhead with her tongue, enjoying the taste of his cum as it trickled from his cock knob. Her lips were squeezing the fat prick, tenderly chewing on the shaft. Angela's cheeks were sunk in, molding to the rim of Roger's cockhead.
"Goddamn bitch really knows what to do with a cock in her mouth," said Roger softly, caressing her dark hair. "She can really use her lips and tongue on a cock."
Her clit was being stabbed at by a frisking tongue and Angela squirmed under the pleasure she was receiving, tugging against the ropes on her wrists and ankles. Opening her jaw as wide as possible, Angela felt the cockhead strike the back of her mouth, wedging partially down her throat. Her eyes opened wide and she looked into Roger's, hoping he wouldn't try to choke her with his prick.
"Yeah, cocksucker, I know you're scared. Well, you've got a right to be. Nobody hurts me and gets away with it!"
Though Angela was terribly afraid of what Roger was going to do to her, she couldn't ignore the glorious tongue-lashing her clit was receiving. Frightened and excited, she pulled at the ropes that cut into her tender skin.
"Can I fuck her first?" Ron said, slipping his knees under himself so he was sitting up with his prick, long and hard, close to Angela's pussy. "Is that all right with you, Roger?"
"Go ahead. I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do to Miss Librarian Cocksucker, so you might as well show her what a cock is for."
Angela couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her throat as she sucked the cock that stretched her lips. She tightened her cunt muscles, hoping to keep Ron's cock out. But he wouldn't be denied and his column of hard cock meat was just too intense to hold out. Her pussy lips were spread wide and she felt a throbbing prick being wedged and crammed into her hot cunt.
She sighed, sliding her tongue lovingly along the underside of Roger's prick as it slipped out of her mouth. Then she didn't even have the entire cockhead in her mouth, but she still used her lips and tongue to their maximum advantage. Angela nibbled on the cock tip, tonguing the tiny slit that dribbled out cum.
Ron looked at Angela's tits. They were mashed against her body by Roger's ass and he thought briefly of asking his friend to move forward more so he could fondle them, then he decided against it. His cock was deep in the librarian's pussy and he figured that that was enough. No sense in getting his leader angry about a little thing, he decided.
Roger's knees were pressing hard into the inside of Angela's biceps and she felt the blood stop flowing to her hands. This was terrible, she tried to convince herself, absolutely terrible! But why was it such a kick to have the incredibly large cock sliding back and forth between her lips, over her tongue? Why was it so fantastic to have yet another hard cock ramming mightily up her cunt, rubbing her throbbing clit?
Angela couldn't answer the questions that popped up in her mind. She only knew that she was quivering all over with lust and that the knot in her stomach was slowly getting tighter and tighter.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned again, sucking harder on the tip of Roger's prick, wishing he would push his cock deeper into her mouth.
Roger plucked his cock out of Angela's mouth and smacked her cheeks with the wet knob. He chuckled, watching Angela turn her face this way and that, trying to get away from the pounding, spongy blows.
"Have at her, guys," he said, getting off Angela's tits. "I've got to think this thing over if I'm going to do it right."
Jeff, who so far hadn't been in on the action, quickly took Roger's place. He straddled Angela's tits and pushed his cock between her lips.
Angela's mind was whirling. From the corner of her eye she watched Roger exit the room, then her attention was turned to the cock that filled her mouth. Though Jeff's prick certainly wasn't the same caliber as Roger's it was still a mouthful and Angela noticed that she had more room to work her tongue around his cock as it stuffed her face.
"This cunt is really tight," Ron said, groaning. Using his thumb, he began rubbing Angela's clit as he fucked her pussy with his cock.
Angela was gloriously aware of the added friction against her clit. She whimpered, salivating around the prick that plunged into her mouth. A trickle of saliva rolled down her cheeks and into her hair as Jeff jerked the rim of his cockhead back and forth between her clutching, sucking lips.
Though Jeff hadn't had his cock sucked or fucked as long as Ron, he was already fast approaching the orgasmic point of pleasure. The visual turn-on of seeing the gorgeous brunette librarian sucking his swollen cock was almost as much of a cum-inducing stimulant as her actual blow-job.
In an attempt to prolong his pleasure, Jeff pulled his cock out of Angela's mouth, holding it just above her lips.
"Lick my cockhead, damn you," he said, trying to sound hard and commanding like Roger, but failing. "Tell me how much you love sucking my cock."
"Ohhhhhhh! Yes, I love sucking your beautiful, adorable, big cock!" Angela gasped, the fire in her pussy burning out of control now. She told the truth when she worshipped Jeff's prick. "It's so hard! I just love sucking your cock!"
Angela stuck her tongue out from between her full lips, flicking it over the crown of Jeff's pulsating, red prick. Her nipples were burning, tingling from the pressure his thighs put on them as he slowly rocked back and forth.
Plunging his cock full-length into Angela's pussy, Ron groaned like a big cat. His balls were churning with pent-up cum.
"Miss Manelli ..." was his choked cry as the hot, burning jism erupted from his nuts like lava from a volcano. Gushing jets of thick cream blasted out of his throbbing cockhead, splashing into Angela's cunt. He rubbed her clit harder with his thumb, jerking the tiny drooling nubbin around.
"Ooiiiieeee!" Angela gasped as her pussy juice, all hot and oily, burst from her pussy. She fought at the ropes holding her to the bed and again there was no give to them. Her body heaved with her climax.
Grinding his pelvis down hard against Angela's cunt, Ron's prick trickled out the last dregs of his jizz. He stayed in her cunt, refusing to take his cock out, even as it slowly got soft.
"I'm going to fuck her tits!" Jeff suddenly blurted out happily, as though he had just invented some new and very erotic game. "Watch this, Ron! I'm going to titty-fuck the whore!"
Angela's chest heaved up and down and she was happy when Jeff moved lower on her body. She tingled all over, glowing in the pleasure of her wild orgasm. Turning her head to the side, she closed her eyes, hardly aware of what Jeff was doing to her.
"These tits are just made for fucking!" Jeff cried out as he grabbed the mounds and pressed them together. "Just made for fucking."
It was a strange and delicious new sensation for Angela. To feel Jeff's cock sliding, wet from her spit, between her tits excited her. Even though she was completely satisfied from her recent orgasm, Angela could feel a familiar stirring inside her stomach.
Jeff slammed his cock between the pillowy tits, his red cockhead emerging betweem them. His cock occasionally touched Angela's chin and he wondered how far his cum would shoot on her face.
"Arrrggghhh!" he groaned, his balls rubbing against Angela's smooth, gently rising and falling stomach as he tossed his hips back and forth.
The teenager luxuriated in the sensations seeping through his body. To feel his prick being squeezed by Angela Manelli's tits was something he had thought would never happen, always and only be a fantasy. But now it was really happening. It really was his cock he saw poking through the gloriously full mounds of tit flesh. It really was the beautiful Angela Manelli who had her face turned to the side.
Thinking all these thoughts for Jeff, whose sexual experience was primarily limited to only those girls who Roger and Ron could hold down for him, pushed him over the brink. He plowed his cock through Angela's tits as a long, thick stream of jism spit from his cockhead.
"Look at meeeee!" Jeff wailed as he shot his cum all over Angela's face, tits, neck and hair.
Angela kept her eyes closed and her face turned as the boy shot his cum on her. Her nipples were like pebbles as she felt the gobs of cum trickling down the side of her face and into her hair. She felt one blob tickle her neck as it dribbled toward the bed, dropping into her hair.
When his cum had finished deluging Angela's face, Jeff released Angela's tits, rubbing a last drop of cum off onto her nipple. Grabbing a handful of her silky hair, he cleaned his dick with it and then turned to Ron, smiling with contentment.
"I've always wanted to do that," he said weakly.
"Stick with me, kid, and you'll do it a lot more," Roger said as he entered the room, his cock leading the way. "I've got an idea, but I'll need you guys to help me pull it off."
"Sure thing, Roger! Anything you want!" Jeff said enthusiastically.
The librarian was still groggy from her bone-jarring climax as the boys untied the ropes holding her spread out on the bed. She was half carried, half dragged into the living room where her hands were once again tied together. This time a rope was looped between her wrists, then tossed over the wooden support beam that ran overhead.
Roger and Ron grabbed the free end of the rope and pulled down on it. Angela gasped as her feet left the floor and she was hoisted up.
"I'll fuck the bitch in midair!" Roger chuckled, finally letting his friends in on his plan. "Quick, get a chair over here and put a bunch of shit on it so it holds her up!"
As ordered, Ron and Jeff scrambled around the house while Roger held Angela in the air. Soon they had the rope tied to the legs of a huge overstuffed chair, piled high with anything that was heavy.
So weird, Angela thought as she turned slowly, dangling from her wrists. So weird to have this happen to a woman who had stayed as far away from men as possible for the past two years.
There was slight discomfort in her shoulders from her weight, and in her wrists from the rope, but Angela wasn't in any real pain. That is, not until she felt Roger holding her still with one hand, and guiding the head of his massive prong to her asshole with the other.
"Nooooo!" Angela shrieked, snapping her head up, trying to spin around to get her tender, exposed ass away from the teenager with the foot-long prick. "I've never been fucked in the ass before! You'll tear me apart!"
Angela kicked her legs out and started swinging, putting distance between herself and Roger, at least briefly.
"Grab her legs, damn it!" When Ron and Jeff were holding Angela, Roger chuckled cruelly. "Up the ass it goes!"
Fighting with all her might, Angela tried to keep the awesome crown of Roger's cock out of her ass. She flexed her muscles as tight as possible, but it wasn't enough to keep the boy from impaling her asshole with his cock.
Bolts of pain ripped through her ass, making her body shake as she hung from the rope. Angela gasped and cried as more prick was forced brutally deep into her ass.
"Please stop," she gasped weakly. Her body felt as if every muscle had turned to jelly. She felt Ron and Jeff release her legs and they dangled limply beneath her.
"Goddamn has she got a tight ass," Roger said, plowing his strong prick full-length between Angela's ass cheeks. "Tighter than anything I've ever fucked!" Angela's head drooped onto her chest. She dangled from her wrists, her feet tossing about like a puppet's on a string. Cum dribbled down her neck and between the full swell of her tit globes. Faintly, as if from very far away, she heard cries of ecstasy. She was only semi-conscious and felt no pain in her ass any more. All Angela felt was her body being flooded with Roger's manly, pungent cum.
And then her ass felt empty as the intense cock was withdrawn. She moaned, her eyes fluttering open and closed.
"Come on, let's get the fuck out of here," Roger said as he went to get his clothes.
"Aren't we going to let her down?" Jeff asked nervously. "I mean, that would be the right thing to do. What happens if Miss Monroe don't come back for a long time?"
"Stop fucking questioning my orders!" Roger snapped, giving his timid colleague a fierce stare. "We're getting out of here now!"