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.