The Haunted House - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - The Library

Jennifer woke to find herself naked on the kitchen table, her body covered in the mixture of cum and chocolate that the kitchen goblins had covered her in.

Yuck, she thought as she tried to get up. The stuff had mostly dried to a sticky, gooey texture. She pushed up with her elbows, finally managing to free her body from the surface of the table, with a sticky, squishy sound. Goblin semen was everywhere, in her armpits, in her belly button, so much in her hair. Her mouth felt clammy and she could taste chocolate and cum. Surprisingly, the only place there wasn't cum, was her pussy and ass, and feet.

Then she saw the fourteen inch long cucumber laying between her legs. A blush of embarrassment  came over her, as Jennifer remembered the chocolate had some magical property that allowed the goblins to command her actions. And she had given them quite a show, masturbating to orgasm, using the cucumber.

The cum and chocolate formed a flaking, slimy layer on her body, and she slid off the kitchen table. She looked at the mess on the table and the drippings on the floor. It smelled like chocolate and sex. Will clean that up later, she decided.

Jennifer slowly sloshed upstairs to the bathroom, and took an extra long shower. She enjoyed the soothing touches of the water elementals, Hlar and Hlox. Finally clean and dry, she fell into bed and dreamed of many goblins touching her, and the cucumber.

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Jennifer slept until after noon, when the bright sunlight streamed through the bedroom window to wake her.

She dressed in a white bra and panties set, a floral summer dress, and sandals. When she went downstairs to make breakfast, the kitchen was clean and showed no sign of the night's mess. The Kitchen Goblins clean up? One of the few good things to happen in the last week. 

"Thank you!" Jennifer said aloud. 

There was no answer. Maybe the goblins are all asleep during the day, she wondered.

After her brunch, Jennifer took stock of her situation. The arrival of the Reverend had almost made her forget about Samantha's last entry in her diary. Samantha had mentioned an old librarian who seemed to know something about what was going on in the house, when Samantha had been the prisoner. Now over a hundred years later, there was another old librarian who had twice made remarks that indicated knowledge of Jennifer's ordeal. Coincidence? Somehow, Jennifer did not think so, and she had to find out what the librarian knew. If Samantha escaped, perhaps the librarian knew some way to set her free.

I need to talk to the librarian, Jennifer resolved. But damned if I am going to go give the horse statue a blowjob so I can go into town. Jennifer searched in the phone book, and then picked up the phone, to dial the number for the Palmerville Library.

"Palmerville Public Library, Miss Sherman speaking. How may I help you?" came the voice that Jennifer wanted to hear.

"Miss Sherman, this Jennifer Marlowe. I own, what I believe you called the Godiva place. Do you remember me?"

"Oh of course, my dear," said the old woman. "I could never forget a..." and she paused for a second, "...face like yours."

The pause and the emphasis that the old woman put on face, made Jennifer more certain than ever that Miss Sherman knew something about what was going on, and had seen her Lady Godiva ride.

"Miss Sherman, there have been some strange things happening in this house and I have the feeling that you can tell me more about them?" asked Jennifer.

"Oh yes, my dear," replied Miss Sherman. "Why don't you come down to the library and we can discuss it?"

"Umm, could you tell me on the phone? I really don't feel like coming into town today. I think I am coming down with a sore throat," pleaded Jennifer, trying to avoid another visit to the statue in the garden, and the price she would have to pay for a day of freedom.

"Oh I am sorry dear, but what I have to share has to be in person," replied the librarian, in voice that implied she knew exactly why Jennifer wanted to avoid coming into town. "I am sure that you can find something for that throat of yours."

Then the phone went dead, and Jennifer sat still, holding the phone in her hand for several seconds in despair. Then Jennifer thought that Samantha might be able to provide some clue in today's diary entry. If nothing else, it would let her postpone the humiliation in the garden for a few minutes, while she could gather her courage. Taking a deep breath, Jennifer put the phone down and opened the diary to read the newest entry.

Oh my dear sweet Jennifer,

I am so sorry for what you must have gone through last night with the kitchen goblins. After they were done using me for their fun, it took me hours to wash off all of the chocolate and their ejaculate. I hope Taz left you the recipe for the chocolate sauce. You may find a use for it, as I did.

Jennifer blinked, and then remembered Taz's parting words about leaving the recipe on the counter. Putting down the diary, Jennifer went into the kitchen and fetched the recipe from the counter.

Sitting back on the couch to read, Jennifer flushed red as she read the recipe. The ingredients for this recipe were not available in the cupboard, and she could not imagine anything that would make her so desperate as to try and collect them. Yet, obviously Samantha had done so, and Jennifer might well be forced to follow suit. The thought made her shudder. Turning back to the diary, Jennifer found little of comfort in Samantha's next words.

It is vital that you go and visit the librarian in town. She may have the key to your escape. I know that the price exacted by the statue is humiliating, but it must be borne. I am afraid that you must visit two libraries, the one in town, and tonight your midnight rendezvous with the perverted denizens of this house will be in the house library. I wish I could tell you how to avoid the degradation you will face tonight, but I fear the words will not flow from my pen right now.

Jennifer closed the diary with a sigh. She wondered why she bothered to read Samantha's diary, as all it did was make her stomach twist in dread, waiting for her nightly ordeal. Today looked like a real winner. She must go perform the Day of Freedom ritual in the garden, try to get some information out of the librarian in town. Then at midnight, something foul was going to happen to her in the library here in the house, followed by another Lady Godiva ride through town.

Marvelous.

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Jennifer opened the back door without difficulty. She propped the rock against the door to keep it open, just in case. Then she started to remove her clothes. She kicked off her sandals and left them on the back step, and then piled her summer dress and bra on top of the shoes, except her panties. She held her panties in hand as she walked nude down the grassy path towards the clearing. She stepped into the clearing, and heard the statue greet her in its now familiar gravelly voice.

"Hello. If it isn't my favorite slut. I knew you would come see me again. You love the taste of my cock, don't you, my dear?"

"There are worse things," agreed Jennifer, trying to hide her disgust for the conversation and the act she had to perform. The best approach seemed to be, to do the ritual and get it over with. Without further prodding, Jennifer added, "I am a cock-sucking slut, and I want your cock in my mouth."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear. Get under here and start sucking," commanded the horse statue.

Jennifer placed her free hand on the side of the stone horse statue and scooted underneath. She crouched facing the stone erection, and moved her free hand to clutch the cold shaft. Jennifer licked her lips to generate some saliva, and then promptly wrapped her mouth around the flat head of the stone horse cock that dangled in front of her face. Immediately, she felt the stone turn to flesh on her tongue, and in her palm.

"Mmmm, that feels so good, my dear."

Jennifer's lips tightened around the shaft and she moved her mouth a few inches down it's length. She could taste the precum drooling on her tongue, and moved her mouth back to hold the flat head between her lips. She pressed her tongue against the slit in the flat head and squeezed the shaft with her hand as she stroked it, forcing more precum to seep onto her tongue. She seemed to be getting better with all the practice, because she could take more of the horse cock into her mouth than she could last time. She was able to get the head into her throat without hardly any gagging at all.

"Ohhhhh," moaned the statue as she pulled back to kiss at the head again, "You are getting much better at sucking my cock. You're my most favorite slut."

Where once Jennifer would have been totally embarrassed or enraged to hear herself described like that, she was now used to it. And if she was being honest, she was proud that she could give a good blowjob that was appreciated. She smiled and continued her efforts on the horse cock, smearing her saliva and the precum as she stroked the shaft.

"Does my favorite cock-sucking slut want my cum?" asked the statue, as it moaned and the flesh cock twitched.

Jennifer couldn't speak with the fleshy cock in her mouth, but she answered by moving her hand faster up and down the stiff shaft, and wrapping her lips as tight as she could. Her free hand reached down to cradle the furry scrotum in her palm, and her thumb gently stroked the testicles within. A few moments later she felt the scrotum jump in her palm, and a stream of warm cum burst into her mouth. She lifted her panties to her chin to catch the sperm that overflowed her mouth and cascaded down her chin.

When the horse cock stopped ejaculating, it immediately transformed back into stone while her mouth was still wrapped around the flat head. Jennifer carefully pulled her lips from around the stone cock, and closed her mouth without swallowing. Holding the mouthful of hot horse cum, she looked down at the panties in her palm. A puddle of warm semen glistened in the crotch. She lifted the waistband of her panties and hung the wet trophy on the stone erection, as the ritual dictated.

Jennifer slid out from under the horse statue, now stone and silent. She walked back to the house, naked and breathing through her nose as she held the mouthful of cum. She stepped through the open back door, and before stopping to clean the cum from her face, she went to the kitchen and found the largest glass jar with a lid. After opening the jar, she spat the mouthful of cum inside and closed the lid. She held up the jar in the light of the kitchen window, admiring the pearly fluid.

I have the first portion of the ingredients in the recipe, she congratulated herself as she swallowed the remaining horse cum that coated her mouth. And that was the easiest one to get!

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A few minutes later, Jennifer was in her car and speeding into town. She couldn't help but reach under her summer dress and between her thighs to rub herself. She had not bothered to replace the panties, and when her two fingers came away wet, she sucked them clean. Why did I do that? Am I becoming the horny slut the horse statue thinks of me, she questioned herself. 

When Jennifer reached town, she found a spot near the library and parked. As she was getting out, she heard a few catty whistles, and glanced across the street. There was a group of teenagers lounging there and looking at her intently. Jennifer thought that most of them looked like the young men she had seen during her Lady Godiva ride, but she could not be sure. She felt their eyes undressing her to compare to the naked woman on the horse that they had seen. She quickly fled into the library.

"Why hello my dear," said Miss Sherman when she saw Jennifer enter. "I see you must have found something to put down that pretty throat of yours and make it all better."

Jennifer blushed at the suggestive comment, but managed a polite smile on her face as she looked around and saw a few other people among the shelves. She asked the librarian, "Is there some place we can go to talk in private?"

"Of course, my dear. We can go to the back room, and have a nice private chat," said the old woman, and she gestured for the busty blonde to follow her.

When they were alone, Jennifer could not contain herself any longer and burst out with questions. "Who are you? And how much do you really know about what is happening to me up at that house?"

"How much do I know?" smiled Miss Sherman, "Well, my dear. Let's put it this way. I bet you are not wearing any panties, because you had to leave them in the garden?"

Jennifer fumed with embarrassment and anger. "You knew what I had to do to get here!? And you still made me do it!?"

"Now, now, my dear. Don't get angry," admonished the librarian. "I know you like sucking that horse cock. And I have enjoyed watching you get fucked every night."

Jennifer almost cried, "Watch me? How could you do that?"

The librarian smiled and produced a cloudy crystal globe from under the counter. The interior seemed to shimmer in the light, and when the old woman passed her hand over it, the white haze cleared. Jennifer could see an image of herself as she had been last night, naked on the kitchen table with her legs spread. The image moved, like a movie, as she watched herself masturbate with a cucumber while the goblins ejaculated on her chocolate-smeared body.

"I am so glad I got the playback upgrade for this thing," Miss Sherman laughed. "I bet if I recorded these scenes onto tape, or posted them on the Internet, I could make a lot of money, don't you think?"

Jennifer's mouth hung open as she stared in shock at the crystal ball movie of herself sucking the cum and chocolate from her tits. Her shoulders sagged in defeat. "What do you want?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

"Oh, I will want something from you at some point, my dear," said the old woman, "But for the moment, I am content knowing that you know that I am watching you get fucked every night, like the slut you are. Now take this with you, my dear, and run along. You will need it for tonight." The librarian handed a blue leather-bound book to Jennifer. "And if you give me a good enough show tonight, I may decide to help you escape."

Jennifer took the book and flipped it open, looking for a solution to escaping the haunted house. The book was filled with blank pages. Oh great, she thought, another book with invisible writing?

"Oh no my dear, this book truly is blank. You will learn about it tonight. Happy fucking."

Jennifer found herself being shooed out of the library, and a minute later she was standing outside, blinking in the bright sunlight. So the librarian can help me escape, Jennifer concluded. At least the librarian offered help, so that she didn't have to ask, and violate the horse statue's rules.

"There's the slut!" came a shrill voice that broke Jennifer's reverie.

She looked around to see three middle-aged women approaching.

"I beg your pardon," Jennifer asked the first woman as she stopped a few feet away. "What are you talking about?"

The woman blustered, "Don't try and deny it you whore. We know you are the tramp who is riding through town, stark naked on that horse. We don't want whores around here. The other members of the Women's Church Circle," and she gestured to the other two women, "are going to see that you are run out of town. The good Reverend tried to tell us that we were mistaken, and that it could not be you, but that sweet man cannot see bad in anyone."

"I am sure I don't know what you are talking about!" cried Jennifer as she scrambled into her car.

She drove off to taunts of "whore", "slut", and "tramp", from the three women. Jennifer stopped to pick up more groceries and mail, but at each stop there were people staring at her and whispering snide comments. It seemed she had given the Reverend a blowjob for no benefit. Everyone in town seemed to know, or think they knew, that she was the midnight Lady Godiva. On that basis alone she was called a whore and a slut. What if they knew all the other things that she had done in the house? What if they knew what she had had to do, just to come into town for an afternoon? Unable to stand the public shame any longer, Jennifer started driving back to the house, well before sunset.

For a fleeting moment while driving, she thought about staying past sunset, to give the townspeople a real show when the horse mounted her in the town square. If she was going to be vilified as a slut, she might as well live the part. Her spiteful exhibitionist thoughts were replaced by fear. No! How could she even be thinking of letting the horse have sex with her in public. After arriving at the house, she got out of the car and quickly collected her things.

Almost wild with panic, Jennifer stumbled into the house and dropped the book and groceries in the foyer. She stood with her back to the closed door, breathing hard and shivering with shame. She had to escape this haunted house, and she had to get out of this town before she went mad!

Jennifer passed the rest of the day thinking of futile plans for escape. The librarian seemed to be a witch, or at least have some type of supernatural powers. What would it take to convince her to help without outright asking for help, Jennifer wondered.

She was suddenly curious if the old woman lusted after her body, as everyone and everything else, seemed to do. But the idea of making love to the wrinkled old woman sent a shudder of revulsion through Jennifer. Then she reminded herself that she had been fucked by much worse over the last several days. So, if fucking the librarian is what it took to gain her help, she would do it. The fact that she could even consider having sex with the old woman made Jennifer ashamed of herself, but she was determined to do whatever it took to escape.

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When the clock struck midnight, Jennifer decided that she would not fight it tonight. She undressed and put on only her thin silk robe. She took the blank book that the librarian had given her, and went meekly to the library on the main floor. Hickory dickory dock, she mumbled to herself. Here goes Jennifer to get fucked.

The lights in the library were out when she arrived. Jennifer tried the light switch, which failed to do anything more than produce a clicking sound. With only the moonlight streaming in through the large windows to light the room, she examined the shelves of books, and the outdated globe that stood on a side table.

She had not been in this room since buying the house, and thought that she should examine it more closely when she got the chance. Many of the books on the shelves were on the topics of magic and witchcraft. She thought that possibly there might be something in them that could help her escape. Other books were titled with erotic and sexual sounding names, like 'Succubi I Have Known' and 'Agrippina's Family Affairs'.

Several minutes had passed, and no horrible demons had yet to leap out and rape her. Perhaps Samantha was mistaken about tonight? Jennifer had a slight feeling of hope .

Creak

Jennifer whirled around at the sound, and saw that there was someone sitting in the large leather chair behind the desk. The creak had been the sound of the chair turning around to face her. A shadowy, robed figured sat there watching her. Jennifer could see almost nothing of the person's face because of the hood, but two eyes glowed with blue fire, and watched her carefully.

It spoke at last, in a voice like dry paper rustling. "Welcome to the Library, Jennifer. I am the Archivist, and I will be your guide this evening."

"My Guide?" asked Jennifer, clutching the blue book tightly to her chest. "Where are we going? I am hardly dressed for a trip."

The Archivist gave a mirthless laugh. "When has that ever mattered in this house? The trip I speak of, is into your mind, your soul, your dreams. I see you have brought the book S--she gave you. Good. Sit down in the chair and open it."

For a second, Jennifer thought that the Archivist had been about to say a name and had changed it to 'she' after a stutter. Whose name had he almost said, and why did he not want me to know it? I'll have to puzzle that out later. The Archivist gestured impatiently towards the chair again.

"The book is empty, totally blank," Jennifer said as she sat down.

She jumped a little when the lamp beside her suddenly turned on, providing enough light to see the book clearly.

"Take another look," ordered the Archivist.

Jennifer opened the cover. She gasped, because even as she watched, letters and words in a dark black ink, were being written on the page at a furious rate.

"The book is magical," said the Archivist. "It will record all of your adventures in this house, in exquisite detail. Not just what happened to you, but also your innermost thoughts, desires, and fantasies."

Jennifer held her breath and looked into the book. The Archivist was right! The words on the pages were being written in the first person. It was not only a description of what she had done, but it described what she was thinking as it was done to her.

There in the book was captured her shame and humiliation as the teddy bear raped her that first night. It also recorded the secret thrill it had given her, the excitement and the passion that stirred in her as the furry teddy bear spread her legs and slipped its cock into her. All the other midnight encounters were recorded in similar sordid detail. The book even recorded her thoughts from this afternoon, when she had been tempted to delay returning to the house so that the statue might mount her in the town square, and her thoughts about having sex with the librarian.

"Do not delude yourself, my dear," said the Archivist. "There is no escape. The librarian is no friend of yours, and is merely using you for her own entertainment. It amuses us to let her watch you every night. But she is a frail and weak creature compared to the least of us. You will remain in this house and service us all, forever. We will keep you looking young, so that we can enjoy your body in the prime of your womanhood."

Jennifer quailed at his words, but there was perhaps a flaw in them. If they could do what they said, then what had happened to Samantha Lee? If they could keep me young forever, could they not have done the same for Samantha. Certainly they would have, so where was Samantha? She must have escaped the house. And if she could get away, then there was still hope for me to do the same. Wisely, Jennifer kept these thoughts to herself.

She asked, "What do you want from me?"

"As I said my dear, I am your guide. Tonight we are going to explore some of your deviant fantasies, and expose you to thoughts you do not dare to share."

My deviant fantasies? She realized that if the book could read her thoughts, and all of the demons can speak to her telepathically, then they must be able to look into her mind. How many deviant fantasies have I had over the years? Will they be current fantasies, or years of fantasies, since puberty? How many fantasies does anyone have per month, per week, per day?

"And how do we do that?" asked Jennifer in a shaking voice.

"Simple, my dear," said the Archivist, and he stood up behind the desk.

His robe fell to the floor and Jennifer got her first good look at him. He was humanoid, but certainly not human. Besides the glowing blue eyes, his skin was totally hairless and a shining ivory in color. Between his legs was a cock that was already erect and pointing at Jennifer.

"This is my Staff of Enlightenment," said the Archivist, as he gestured towards his erect cock. "Once you wrap your mouth around it, you will take a trip to your innermost thoughts."

Under other circumstances, Jennifer might have laughed at the overly dramatic words. His boast was hardly any different than the dozen or more men she had dated, who has wanted her to go down on their 'magnificent shafts'. Sighing, Jennifer knew that this was one rod that she had to fellate. She stood and put the book in the chair before removing her silk robe, and draping it over the chair. She stood naked, and approached the Archivist.

He smiled, and admired the buxom blonde as she stepped around the desk. The archivist turned to face Jennifer, as she grasped his erection in her soft hands. Sinking to her knees, Jennifer opened her mouth and engulfed the head of the ivory-colored dick. It was cool and smooth in her mouth, and before she could do anything more, the Archivist grabbed the sides of her head. He slowly pulled her mouth down his cock while pushing his hips forward, until all of his length was somehow buried in her mouth and throat.

Jennifer's hands pressed against his ivory thighs as she gagged and found it hard to breathe. He held her head still, preventing her from retreating.

"Relax my dear, and let your mind go," instructed the Archivist. "We are going to tour your deviant fantasies."

Everything went black.

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Jennifer could hear the faint sounds of many chanting voices getting louder and louder.

"Give us an S"

"S!"

"Give us an L"

"L!"

"Give us a U"

"U!"

"Give us a T"

"T!"

Jennifer opened her eyes and looked around. She wished she had kept them shut. She knew in an instant where she was. The Midville High gym in her home town. As she looked around the packed bleachers, she saw all of her family and friends seated there, watching her.

"What does that spell?"

"SLUT!" roared everyone in the gym.

"What is Jennifer?"

"SLUT!" roared everyone again.

Looking around in confusion, Jennifer saw the cheerleaders hopping up and down as they led the crowd in the cheer. Jennifer knew all the cheerleaders, including her best friend Lucy. It had been Lucy who had been leading the cheer. Only after taking all of this in, did Jennifer take note of herself.

She was dressed in one of her old school girl outfits. A prim white blouse, and dark green skirt, with white ankle socks and running shoes. It was not a provocative outfit, but did little to hide the large breasts that Jennifer had, even in high school. The large size of her tits had made her the subject of many stares from the boys, and catty remarks from the girls that called her the Blonde Boobed Bimbo. Jennifer had tried to ignore those comments but they had always hurt her to hear them. Did I secretly think I was a slut, or wanted to be a slut? Is that what the Archivist is trying to show me?

The next thing Jennifer noticed, was that she was somehow suspended above the floor, with her hands over her head and her toes barely touching the gym floor. When she looked up, she could not see any restraints on her arms. But she dangled there, with her arms over her head, listening to the cheerleaders inciting the crowd into calling her a slut.

When the wild cheering finally subsided, a figure stepped forward with a microphone. Jennifer recognized her immediately as Wanda Williams, the school principal. 'Wanton Wanda' was the nickname the students gave the curvy brunette principal. Jennifer tried to think back to her high school fantasies, and what the Archivist might dig up... I remember rumors among the students, about which male teachers the Principal had fucked, and even a few about some of the female teachers. I remember being curious about what Principal Williams looked like naked, and what teacher she may have slept with...

"Thank you all for coming," Principal Williams said with a big smile on her face. "We are always happy to have one of our former sluts come back home so we can enjoy her!"

"YAH!" The crowd cheered again.

Wanda walked over to Jennifer as she dangled above the floor, and cupped one of the blonde's big tits through her white blouse. "Now, who will be the first contestant to come forward, and fuck this slut?" she called out to the assembled throng in the gym.

Jennifer gasped. "No, please don't do this!"

Wanda laughed and squeezed Jennifer's big breast again, before repeating her question, "Who will be first?"

"Woooo!" everyone in the gym cheered.

A loud male voice answered, "I want first crack at the slut!"

Jennifer shuddered as she recognized the voice of the man climbing down the bleachers. Mr. Armstrong had been one of her favorite teachers. He had taught her Chemistry, and she had even had a bit of a crush on him. He was a handsome black man, and that had been part of the attraction. Uhhh, I remember now... several times that semester, I masturbated to the idea of Mr. Armstrong keeping me after class...

"She was always teasing everyone with those big titties," Mr. Armstrong proclaimed as he stopped in front of the astounded Jennifer and admired her body from head to toe. "Now, I think we all want to see those titties, don't we?"

"YES!" roared the crowd.

Principal Williams stepped aside as Mr. Armstrong reached up and ripped open the front of Jennifer's white blouse. Her big tits spilled into view.

"Not even a bra," he called out, "Only a slut doesn't wear a bra!"

"SLUT!" The crowd roared its agreement.

He pulled her blouse apart and was somehow able to remove it completely, before dropping it on the floor. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down to her knees, revealing her blonde pubic hair.

"No panties either," he remarked, and let the skirt fall down her legs and drop to the floor.

Jennifer's face reddened in embarrassment, as she was now totally nude except for her white ankle socks and running shoes. I remember... in my fantasies... pleading to Mr. Armstrong that I was a virgin and he couldn't fuck me. And he would tell me that it was going to be okay and he wouldn't take my virginity. He would just ask me... or let me... suck his cock.

"I think the white slut would like to suck my black cock," called out Mr. Armstrong.

The delighted crowd started to chant "Suck His Cock... Suck His Cock..." over and over.

Principal Williams smiled broadly at this suggestion, and gestured towards Jennifer.

She suddenly felt that whatever was holding her arms and lifting her up, disappeared. Jennifer dropped to her feet, and with the momentum, fell to her knees on the gym floor.

Mr. Armstrong shouted, "Look at the slut get down on her knees so quickly!"

The crowd laughed loudly.

He added, "I bet you would like to suck my black cock. Wouldn't you Jennifer?"

Jennifer looked up at him and pleaded, "No. Please Mr. Armstrong..." She had never intended to act on her Chemistry class masturbation fantasies. Everyone has a sexual fantasy about a teacher, right? Jennifer pleased, "...I always admired you. Please don't do this to me!"

"Admired?" scoffed Mr. Armstrong, looking at the naked former student kneeling in front of him. "You thought you were too good for me. You enjoyed wearing those tight blouses and teasing me. You were nothing but a cock-teasing slut. But now you get to taste my black dick."

He unfastened his pants and pulled out his black erection. Mr. Armstrong took a step forward and pressed the head of his black cock against Jennifer's cheek. She turned her head and looked down at the floor.

Mr. Armstrong continued, "Now tell the truth. You are a slut, and you have always wanted to suck my black cock!" he commanded.

He grabbed Jennifer by her blonde hair and forced her face up so that she was eye to eye with his black cock. This is just a trick, she convinced herself. As soon as I put my mouth on Mr. Armstrong's cock, he is going to transform into the Archivist and all of this will disappear. The only way to end this... is to just go along with it.

Trying to appease him, Jennifer stuttered "Y-yes, I'm a s-slut... And I want to suck your black dick."

"YAH!" the crowd roared.

Mr. Armstrong looked around the gym then back at Jennifer. "Okay, slut. Open wide and say ahhhhhh!"

Jennifer opened her mouth obediently, and she looked up at her teacher's face as she felt his warm cock enter her soft mouth. His expression was full of lust, and she just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. She closed her lips around the black shaft. Mr. Armstrong did not disappear. The gym did not disappear.

"YAH!" the crowd cheered.

Mr. Armstrong continued to hold the sides of Jennifer's head as began to thrust forward, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. Then he pushed her head back as he withdrew his cock halfway, black and shiny with saliva. He thrust forward again and pulled her head, forcing her mouth back and forth on his black shaft. The pace increased as he fucked her face and left her gagging and gasping for air.

"SUCK... SUCK... SUCK..." chanted the crowd.

There was nothing Jennifer could do, as she knelt on the gym floor, dressed in only her socks and running shoes, while her former teacher slid his stiff dick in and out of her mouth. Suddenly, Mr. Armstrong's cock stopped moving, with only the head between Jennifer's lips.

"Ohhhhh!" He groaned.

Jennifer felt the cock head pulse between her lips, and a gush of hot sperm flooded into her mouth. The semen quickly filled her to overflowing, and the white cum seeped from the sides of her mouth and dribbled onto her tits. Mr. Armstrong grabbed his cock and pulled it from her lips. He stroked his wet, black shaft and a spurt of sticky cum splattered onto Jennifer's cheek.

"YAH!" the crowd roared its approval.

Finally, he pushed his dripping cock between her wet lips again. Obediently, Jennifer sucked on the end of his dick, cleaning it before he pulled it out again. Mr. Armstrong released Jennifer's hair and tucked his cock back into his pants. Then without anything more to say, he turned and went back to his seat in the bleachers. That was exactly like I imagined in my fantasies, Jennifer thought to herself...

Principal Williams stepped close to the stunned Jennifer, and used one finger to scrape the glob of cum on her cheek. She raised her sperm-coated finger to show the crowd and then sucked it clean. "Ooooo very nice tasting, Mr. Armstrong," she called out. "Now, does anyone want to help me clean off the slut, before we continue?"

Jennifer thought the ordeal was over, and glared up at the Principal. She must be the Archivist in disguise, she wondered.

A female voice answered, "I will!"

Jennifer gasped in shock as her best friend Lucy stepped forward and began to strip off her cheerleader outfit. Lucy was a perky, dark-haired girl. Her breasts were no match for Jennifer's large tits, but they were perfectly shaped to match her athletic, tanned body. Jennifer watched in confusion as Principal Williams also started to undress. Wanton Wanda was a voluptuous woman in her prime, and her breasts were almost as large as Jennifer's. Surprisingly, her brunette pubic hair was groomed short and there was a tattoo of two interlinked hearts on the front of her mature hip. So that's what Wanton Wanda looks like naked...

The two were quickly undressed, and they pushed the stunned Jennifer back onto the wood gym floor. They began to eagerly lick the cum off Jennifer's tits and face. Lucy... Jennifer remembered. We joked in school about doing each other in front of the boys, because boys want to fuck lesbians. Contradictory, I know. And we joked about Wanton Wanda, and if the Principal had every slept with a student? Which led to some masturbation fantasies about Principal Williams asking me to the Principal's office after school...

Jennifer's mind reeled as she watched her best friend licking the cum off her boobs, assisted by the school principal, in the gym where everyone she knew watched and cheered. Lucy rubbed her nipples in the puddles of cum on Jennifer's tits and moaned. Then Wanda was kissing Jennifer on the mouth. She could taste the cum that the Principal had collected, as her tongue slid inside Jennifer's mouth and swirled around. 

No! Jennifer screamed in her mind, as she was lesbian raped in public while people cheered. This is all a dream! Then she felt a someone start to lick at her pussy, and knew it was her best friend Lucy. Her protests and struggling grew weaker and weaker as the pleasure began to mount. Her body writhed on the gym floor under the attack of the two women. It will all disappear, she told herself.

The crowd went wild, watching Jennifer give in and enjoy the sensations that rippled through her body and brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She remembered having fantasies about masturbating in public, and being caught, or fucking a teacher in the gym after school, and being caught. Tthe Archivist must be combining all of these fantasies together...

Without warning, the two women stopped licking and crawled away from her nude body. Jennifer's hands cupped her big breasts and she rubbed her thighs together, eagerly awaiting more.

Jennifer cried out in frustration at not reaching a climax. "No! Please, don't stop," she begged them. "I need to cum."

Principal Williams stood up, naked and with a big grin, "Do you hear the slut begging for it!?"

"BEG... BEG... BEG...," shouted the crowd in unison.

The naked Principal looked down at Jennifer and asked, "Does the slut want to cum?"

Jennifer whispered, "yes."

Wanda picked up the microphone, "I can't hear you!" She held the microphone closer. "Tell us all in a nice loud voice, what a slut you are and that you want to cum. Tell us you will fuck anyone who can make you cum!"

With tears of both shame and lust in her eyes, Jennifer shouted into the microphone, "I am a cock-sucking slut... I want to cum so bad. I will fuck anyone who will make me cum!"

"YAH!" The crowd cheered.

Principal Williams looked around the gym. "So who is our next contestant on, Jennifer is a Slut?" she asked.

A man's voice answered, "That will be us."

Jennifer felt her heart stop. Through teary eyes she looked up to see a man and a woman walking towards her.

"Daddy? Mommy?" she whispered in shock.

"You're a bad little slut," said her father as he stood over her. "You have been such a slut to let everyone watch. Your mother and I thought you could use our help."

"No, please, oh no please," sobbed Jennifer.

The crowd's laughter drowned her out, and she wanted to crawl away and die.

Her parents had married young, and when Jennifer was in her teens, they were still vigorous and physical. Once, Jennifer had come home from school early and heard her parents making out in their bedroom. She should have left, but she didn't. She stayed and listened to her parents having sex, while she stood outside the door and masturbated. She had her first orgasm while listening to her dad fuck her mom. She remembered masturbating again later that night, wondering what it would be like if her dad would fuck her... I'm being punished for that, she thought.

Then her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her legs being spread apart. She looked up to see her father was suddenly naked now, and kneeling between her thighs.

"Now be a good little slut." he said.

Then her father pushed his cock into Jennifer's pussy and began to fuck her. Jennifer lifted her legs, and grabbed hold of the back of her thighs. She held her feet in the air to make the incestuous fucking more comfortable, hoping that it would be over soon. Her big tits wobbled back and forth as her dad continued fucking his daughter. She whimpered and tried to remember if this is what she imagined fucking her father would feel like...

"Sluts need to be taught a lesson," her father laughed and he smiled at something he saw.

What he was looking at became apparent a few seconds later, as Jennifer's mother knelt over her daughter's face. She pushed her wet pussy onto Jennifer's mouth to stifle the whimpers. This too? I remember masturbating to the idea that I after watching my parents fuck, they would catch me, and my dad would make me clean his cock, and then I would lick dad's cum from mom's pussy...

"SUCK.. SUCK..." The crowd rose to new levels of frenzied cheering as the father fucked his daughter, and the daughter licked at her mother's pussy.

Jennifer's tongue stabbed into her mother's pussy, making the older woman moan with pleasure. To her everlasting shame, Jennifer caught sight of the huge video screen on the gym wall. Midville High never had anything like it when she was there, but now she was caught in a close up of her tongue licking her mother's pussy, for everyone to see.

"Ahhhhh" moaned Jennifer's mom. "I raised a good pussy licking slut... Ahhhhhh... How is her pussy dear?" she asked her husband.

"Tight and wet, my love," responded Jennifer's dad as he continued to fuck her.

The huge video screen in the gym now showed her dad's cock sliding in and out of Jennifer's pussy, and the crowd roared with renewed enthusiasm.

"FUCK... FUCK..."

After several minutes of fucking and licking, Jennifer felt her dad suddenly pull out. With a groan, he gave his cock a last stroke and ejaculated onto his daughter's big tits. In slow motion on the huge video screen, Jennifer could see the white strands of cum flying over her belly and landing in long stripes on her boobs. Then she felt her mother's pussy clench and hips shudder as she had an orgasm and flooded her daughter's mouth and chin with her juices.

When they were done, Jennifer watched both of her parents stand up and walk away, leaving her naked on the gym floor covered in their cum. "No, please...Mommy, Daddy come back. I need you!"

Principal Williams smiled down at Jennifer, "Congratulations, my dear. You won! And you can cum now. Just rub that pussy for us and you get to cum."

Jennifer was past caring about being embarrassed now, and she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her pussy. She fucked herself with three fingers and rubbed her clit with her thumb. Her other hand pushed her big tits together and pinched her nipples.

Her frenzied motions made the crown cheer once more. "CUM... CUM... CUM..."

On the huge video screen, she watched herself masturbating. She saw herself larger than life, laying naked in the crowded gym, and fucking herself. She remembered a fantasy about a game show with contestants masturbating in front of a live studio audience... Aroused and unsatisfied, all she wanted right then, was an orgasm. Then her hips jumped and her legs clamped around her hand.

"Ohhh, soo goood...." Jennifer moaned with her release.

"YAH!" The crowed roared.

Everything went black.

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Jennifer found herself back in the library, with the Archivist's cock still in her mouth. Present reality flooded back into her mind. The gym seemed so real, but it was just a dream. Yet the feelings of embarrassment, and surrender to her deep fantasies, persisted.

She blinked to regain her composure and slid her hands up the Archivist's pale thighs. Before she could do anything else, she felt the cock pulse on her tongue, and the Archivist deposited a full load of cum into her mouth. Wide-eyed and breathing through her nose, the mouthful of cum reminded Jennifer of the recipe, and she remembered not to swallow.

Jennifer felt his cock slip out, and she closed her lips to hold the semen in her mouth. She sat back on her heels, and then collapsed onto her butt, with her hands behind her. She was totally drained, and it took a minute to recover enough to look around. There was no sign of the Archivist.

Jennifer staggered to her feet and looked around for the book. She found it on the chair and picked it up. Breathing through her nose, with her mouth closed, she opened the book and flipped to the most recent entry. The last words were being written as she watched, and detailed her deviant fantasies realized in the gym. She slammed the book closed. Jennifer wanted nothing more than to go to bed and try and forget this horrible night, but she still had one more task to perform tonight.

She grabbed her silk robe off the chair and walked naked, to the kitchen. She put her robe on the counter, along with the book, and fetched her collection jar. She opened the lid and then let the contents of her mouth spill into the jar. After adding the mouthful of cum from the Archivist, she closed the jar again and put it back into the refrigerator. Two down, she congratulated herself, as she swirled her tongue in her mouth to swallow the leftover semen.

She grabbed the book and her robe and dropped them near the back door. Jennifer knew the horse was expecting her for the Lady Godiva ride, and she reached for the door handle. As she suspected, the door opened with no effort. She didn't bother to prop the door open this time, and closed it behind her as she stepped out.

Jennifer calmly walked naked into the garden, and down the grass path to the central clearing. The horse statue was alive, and stood waiting for her. 

"There's my favorite slut," he grated. "We have another ride tonight. The townspeople are all waiting to see Lady Godiva, naked like the slut you are."

Jennifer nodded meekly and climbed onto the back the horse. They quickly made their way into town, and the horse appeared to be correct. There were more people on the sidewalks than in her first two rides. The horse clip-clopped through the town, displaying the naked Jennifer and her big bouncing boobs, for all to see.

Then the horse slowed to a stop for no obvious reason.

Jennifer saw that there was a group of teenage boys a several yards in front of them. This was the same group who had seen her on the first ride, and the same teenagers who had stared at her when she went into the library today.

"Talk to them," the horse commanded in her head.

"I can't," wailed Jennifer. "Please don't make me do this."

"Either you talk to them, or I will throw you and then mount you while they watch," the horse demanded, in a voice only she could hear. "Invite them to the house tomorrow," he added.

Jennifer whimpered. Then she sat up straight and held the horse mane in one hand. She put her other hand on her naked hip, and posed with a forced smile and her big tits on full display. The boys gaped at her, wide-eyed, with their hands holding the bulges growing in their pants.

"Hi boys," Jennifer said as calmly as she could manage, "I'm just out for a little ride. I hope you enjoyed the view?"

The teenagers could do little more than nod their heads as they stared at the naked blonde with big boobs, sitting on the horse in front of them.

Jennifer forced another smile onto her face. "You should all come by the house tomorrow and visit me. We can all get better acquainted!" The words seemed to come out of her mouth as if they were recited by the horse.

Then her courage failed her, and Jennifer pulled on the horse's mane.

The horse was satisfied, and snorted. Then he stomped one hoof and turned to ride back to the house.

When they arrived back at the clearing, Jennifer slid off the horse's back and nearly landed on the panties she had left for the horse that afternoon. She quickly picked them up, feeling the crotch was stiff with dried horse semen. When she looked up, the horse was stone again, in it's regular pose with the erection hanging beneath it.

Jennifer held the panties in one hand and walked naked back to the house. At the back door she collected her robe and the book, and went upstairs to bed. 

Continued in Chapter 8

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