THE LIBRARY: Trying Out Part 20

{This story originally appeared on BDSMARTWORK and features some amazing art by Steve. We thank them for letting us share it with you here}

Giggling, the teacher leaped forward, wrapping the heaving girl in her arms, feeling her youth and vitality undulate in her embrace. Staring down at her huge, wet eyes; big, firm, heaving breasts; and sleek, kicking legs.

Dotty Swanson expertly clamped a hand towel over Claire’s ring-gagged, cum-dripping mouth while dragging the wriggling girl onto her lap.

“Nice day?” Swanson asked him idly as she fiercely gripped the crying, writhing little girl.

Al shrugged, unable to keep from glancing as Claire’s tits bounced in the ever-widening V of the dress’ bodice. “Eh,” he said. “She’s a sweet cunt.”

“So, do you want to…?” Swanson started before the doorbell rang.

All three, captors and captive alike, froze in shock and surprise for a nanosecond. But then the woman clawed the towel to Claire’s lower face even tighter while hauling the girl up off the couch. Wrenching Claire’s handcuffed wrists high up her back, the woman propelled their struggling victim toward the stairs as if hurling a sack of rice.

The girl’s squeals were muffled, then mingled with gasps of pain as Swanson kneed, yanked, hauled, kicked, and dragged Holden up the stairs. The delivery man stood, looking from the door to the two thrashing at the second story landing.

The doorbell rang again. The girl reared up to scream as loudly as she could, but then Swanson gave her a sharp punch to the solar plexus.

The girl doubled over, eyes huge, wheezing, drool and semen splattering out of her open mouth.

It sopped into the carpet as the teacher sank her fingers into Claire’s mane and right tit before dragging her into the bedroom.

The delivery man heard the bedroom door slam as he did up his pants. His shoulders jerked, he breathed deeply, gathered himself, and finally went to the front door. He put his hand on the latch as he heard the bed creak upstairs. He froze for a moment, then twisted the doorknob.

He opened the front door to see Claire’s mother standing there.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, “But they told me at the station you lived here.”

The deliveryman got over the renewed surprise almost immediately as his cock began to stiffen in memory of what he had done to this woman’s daughter … and what was happening to her at that very moment.

“Sure,” he muttered. “Yeah. You’re that, uh, mom I saw at the station, right?”

“Yes. I … I just couldn’t wait. I know the sheriff asked you to look out for my daughter on your rounds. Have you, by any chance, seen her?”