A person's drive for respectability can lead to frustration and loneliness. One's visible role in society may force an assumed air of dignity, inhibiting true desires.
The policeman, held up as the model for the young, must channel his more human nature in secretive ways. The teacher, aware of her students' sexual curiosity, must deliberately hide her own sexuality.
But society is changing. Actions once viewed as being totally unacceptable have now become commonplace. Politicians use public monies to fund their lusty affairs. Students find pleasurable ways to attain their highest grades.
Sarah Wright is a young librarian who has led a very sheltered life. Now, with a new job at a co-ed school, Sarah is faced with many new and exciting situations.
HOT, LICKED LIBRARIAN -- the story of a woman eager to embrace a new morality. Her search for freedom in the academic world leads to surprising adventures. She soon finds that learning, as well as teaching, can bring unleashed pleasure and satisfaction.
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Chapter One
Sara Wright, the new librarian at Riverside High School, was leaving the building at the end of the day when a powerfully built man blocked her way.
He was standing in the doorway grinning at her, a man of about thirty, pretty attractive. He was over six feet tall and had biceps like grapefruits. Sara gasped and backed up.
"Hey, don't panic," the man chuckled. "I'm Joe Rogers, the maintenance man. I just wanted to meet you."
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. She'd been sure she was about to be raped. This big-city school she'd come to work at could be a very dangerous place.
"How do you do, Mr. Rogers?" the young librarian said stiffly. "I'm Miss Wright."
"Oh, do we have to use last names?" he laughed. "You're a great-looking girl... I was hoping maybe we could go put sometime."
Sara was on guard again. Her strict parents had always sent her to all-girls schools, and she didn't have much experience with men. In fact the young woman had convinced herself that she had no use for men or sex.
"I'm terribly sorry," she said, "but I don't date."
Joe Rogers gawked at her. "You gotta be kidding!"
"No, Mr. Rogers," she replied coolly, "I'm not dating. I've never dated, and I don't intend to start now. I have more important things to do with my life. NOW if you'll excuse me, I want to leave."
Joe Rogers continued to block the doorway.
There was no way Sara could struggle past that big strong man. She looked him over carefully.
He seemed harmless, but her mother had warned her that men wanted only one thing from women.
"Look," he smiled, "if you don't want to go out with me, just say so. You don't have to feed me a line."
"I told you, I'm not kidding," Sara snapped. "I'm not interested in men."
Rogers got a gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah? Well, I don't believe you lady. Let's see what you think of this."
He made a lunge for her, catching her off guard. The next thing Sara knew, he was pulling her against his tall hard body and kissing her. The stunned librarian felt his hot slick tongue snaking into her mouth. She'd never been kissed before, and didn't know what to do.
She felt scared and disgusted, but at the same time there was a strange excitement to it. She felt Joe Rogers' big hands roaming over her tall curvy body, and she shivered helplessly and began to breathe hard.
Then to her mortification, her nipples went stiff, poking against his chest. Sara couldn't understand why she was reacting this way. Only bad girls were interested in sex, her mother had told her again and again.
Rogers explored her mouth with his big hot tongue, and Sara felt hot sticky juice leaking from her virgin cunt. What on earth was the matter with her? She'd never been turned on to a man before.
But then no man had ever touched her before. At twenty-three Sara was a virgin, and she'd always kept her distance from men. She just wasn't prepared for the wicked excitement that coursed through her body as Joe Rogers kissed and caressed her.
Finally he let her come up for air. His handsome face was flushed, his nostrils flared. He eased Sara back against the wall and cupped her big thrusting tits. She blushed furiously, knowing he could feel her throbbing stiff nipples. He squeezed her tits and grinned at her.
"You can't fool me, honey," he leered. "You liked that. I can tell."
Sara got even redder. She set her hands against his massive chest and pushed him away from her. "That's not true! I didn't feel a thing!"
Rogers didn't argue. He just backed off and said, "Okay, have it your way. But if you change your mind, I'll be waiting. You and I could have a lot of fun together -- and I think you know it."
He walked off, and Sara raced for the parking lot and drove to her small apartment. She felt dizzy and confused. All her life she'd struggled to remain pure, and now the first time a man touched her, she went to pieces.
"What's the matter with me?" she moaned. Not only had she lost her self-control when Joe Rogers came on to her, she'd gotten aroused. The young librarian couldn't deny the signs. Her nipples were stiff and tingling, and her pussy was hot and wet. These were brand new sensations to her.
Sara wandered into her bedroom to put on something more comfortable than the plain tailored suit she wore to work. As she took off her clothes, she watched herself in the dresser mirror. She could understand what had turned Rogers on. She was a very beautiful woman.
Tall, with terrific legs and a spectacular figure, Sara had big thrusting tits which had always embarrassed her. Men were always gawking at them. Her ripe tits looked ready to pop from her plain cotton bra.
She removed the hairpins from the severe bun she wore, and her dark glossy hair fell to her waist. She unhooked her bra and freed her heavy but firm tits. Wriggling out of her panties, she observed her small neat dark bush.
Yes, she was attractive to men -- but she didn't want to be!
Naked, she searched through her closet for something to wear. Choosing a loose lounging dress, she started to put it on, but she was distracted by the hot ache between her thighs. She'd never felt that sensation before. How could she make it go away?
Then Sara turned scarlet as a long-repressed girlhood memory came back to her. She'd been in her early teens when she'd discovered how great it felt to touch and rub her maturing pussy. The whole scene came back to her vividly now, though she'd been trying for years to forget it.
Teenaged Sara had been lying on her bed one day, touching herself, and she'd found a funny little nub of flesh right at the top of ha pussy. Rubbing it, she'd gotten a hot jolt of pleasure that made her gasp. Hot sticky cream spurted from her virgin cunt, wetting her fingers.
The innocent teenager didn't see anything wrong with something that felt so good. With her hand stuck down inside her jeans and panda, she went on rubbing her clit, loving the sensation. Soon her whole hand was dripping with her oozing cream.
Experimenting, she caught her throbbing clit between her thumb and forefinger and started kneading the slippery nub. That felt even better. Sara closed her eyes and proceeded to masturbate eagerly.
At that time her parents still considered her a little kid, and they hadn't started at all those stern warnings and lectures about the evils of sex and boys. So Sara didn't feel a bit guilty about what she was doing.
She rubbed her clit, faster and faster between her fingers, and the faster she did it, the more intense the pleasure. A thick river of cream was flowing from her tiny cunt mouth. She bared her teeth in a lusty snarl as she worked herself right to the brink of orgasm.
Then all of a sudden her body seemed to explode with ecstasy. She'd never come before, and she didn't even know what an orgasm was, so she wasn't prepared for the body-wracking pleasure. She rubbed her clit furiously, milking it for every last drop of delicious sensation.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, unnnnhhhhh!" she moaned.
Of course once she'd discovered that neat little trick, the hot-blooded teenager couldn't resist doing it again and again. Each day when she got home from the all-girl school, she'd go to her room and beat off. She'd do it at bedtime, too, and any other time she could get away with it.
Of course the time finally came when she didn't get away with it. She'd been hot at it one afternoon, when the bedroom door crashed open, and there was her mother.
"Sara!" Mrs. Wright gasped. "You'll go to hell for that!"
"For what, Mom?" Sara asked innocently. Her mother proceeded to give her a lecture she'd never forgotten. The lecture was reputed often over the years, till Sara finally believed it. She really did come to believe that sex was dirty and evil and that men could only lead to trouble. Naturally she stopped masturbating because that was evil, too.
Now here she was, grownup and independent -- and wanting to masturbate again.
"Sara, for heaven's sake, get hold of yourself," she scolded.
But her body wasn't listening. She dropped the lounging dress on the floor and wandered over to her bed. She stretched out naked, running her hands over her warm silky flesh and shivering with desire. With just one hungry kiss, Joe Rogers had awakened all the lust she'd kept buried.
Sara slid her hands lower, touching the soft fur of her bush. The heat between her thighs was intense, and hot cream was leaking steadily from her aroused cunt. She knew how to manage urges. It had all come back satisfy those to her now.
She slid one hand between her thighs and touched the swollen, searing-hot flab of her cunt. Just that light timid touch felt wonderful. She began to rub the puffed cream-slick flesh, and she gurgled with excitement.
She seemed to hear her mother's stern voice saying, "You'll go to hell for that. It's dirty, wicked."
Then why did it feel so good? And why did she need it so badly? For the first time in her life, Sara ignored her mother's teachings. She went on rubbing the engorged steaming flesh of her pussy, and it felt better with each passing second.
"Ahhhhh, God, yessss!" she sighed.
She let her legs fall wide open. She ran her fingers over every scorching inch of her starved pussy. It dawned on her that she wasn't any different from other women. She had the same needs and urges. It was just that she'd tried to pretend she was different.
Her cream-spurting cunt told her otherwise. She had just as much need for sex as any other woman. The experience with Joe Rogers had unleashed her bottled-up desires, and now she was horny out of her mind.
She remembered her favorite old trick. Grasping her clit between her thumb and forefinger, the sex-starved young librarian began kneading the supersensitive button. It felt fantastic, just as great as it had felt years ago when she first discovered how to get herself off.
"Urhhhh, yes, yessss!" Sara whimpered. Closing her eyes, she shut out everything but the intense pleasure she was feeling. Rhythmically she pressed and rolled her throbbing clit and each gentle squeeze made her moan and cream. Nothing could feel better than this, she was sure of it.
She rolled her clit faster and faster between her fingers. It had been years since she'd played with herself, but she hadn't forgotten a thing. All the old thrills and techniques came right back to her.
She felt molten cream overflowing her pussy and running down the crack of her ass. The steaming juice was puddling on the bed beneath her. She worked some of the hot cream into her wildly throbbing clit, making her kneading slick and rapid. She bared her teeth and whimpered with bliss.
"Ohhhhh, God, I don't care if it's wrong!" the young woman moaned. "I love it, I have to have it!"
Firming her grip on her pulsating clit she rolled it even faster between her fingers, till she was panting on the brink of a body-blasting climax. Greedily she held back, making the delicious sensations last as long as possible. But finally her lust reached the boiling point, and she couldn't stop the violent orgasm that thundered through her body.
"Ahhhhhh, God, yesss -- whaahhhhh!" she screamed.
Sara hoped the wails of her apartment were thick because she couldn't help wailing and howling as she rocked and bucked her way through her first climax in years. The searing orgasm went on and on.
No wonder she was coming so hard. She'd denied her natural sexual needs for so long. But now they were unleashed like a dam breaking, and she squeezed her clit till she'd experienced her very last spark of pleasure. She didn't think she could ever get enough of it.
"My God!" she breathed at last.
Masturbating had felt great, and she knew she was going to do it again. She'd never be able to do without that satisfaction now. But there was another source of satisfaction, she knew the kind a woman could only get with a man.
Sara wondered how it would feel to fuck.
Of course her mother had warned her against that, too. Only bad girls liked it, Mrs. Wright had lectured. But Sara couldn't resist conducting a little experiment. She eased her middle finger into her virgin cunt and started pumping it up and down, just to see what a cock might feel like.
"Oooooooh, unnnhhhhh!" she gasped.
It felt terrific. She loved feeling her clit stuffed with something stiff, and she loved that up-and-down motion. Of course a real cock be a lot bigger than her finger, but this would do fine for openers.
Closing her eyes tightly, the pretty librarian finger-fucked herself greedily. This was something she'd never tried before, and she was amazed at how great it felt. She saw that she could get off this way, too.
Helplessly she imagined that Joe Rogers, the burly and attractive maintenance man, was lying between her legs, pistoning his hard cock in her cunt. The fantasy turned her on like crazy, and she worked her stiff finger even faster in her juice-spurting little pussy.
"Yes, yes, do it to meeeee!" she wailed.
The red-hot friction in her cunt was driving her fast toward another orgasm. She was soaking her pumping finger with blast after blast of searing thick cream. Her pretty face got twisted with lust and she whimpered in ecstasy as she reached the very brink of another hot climax.
She felt the powerful explosion in the depths of her cunt, and then her whole body was on fire with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, God, unnnnhhh! Unnnhhhhhh! Whaaahhhh!" she yelled.
Rolling around on her bed, the shy young librarian pistoned her stiff finger as deep and hard as she could in her cream-spurting pussyhole. Once more she milked out every last sweet sensation, then lay there panting and gasping.
How had she gone twenty-three years without sex? Sara realized now that she was a normal woman, with normal needs. Yet she couldn't forget her parents' stern teachings. There was [missing text].
Chapter Two
When she reported for work the next morning, Sara was relieved not to run into Joe Rogers. She knew she'd blush right down to her toes if she saw him. The man understood her all too well, as if he could read her mind.
A lot of men had asked her for dates over the years, but Joe was the only one who'd laughed at her refusal. He was the only one who hadn't believed her claim that she wasn't interested in men. He'd seen right through her.
But as long as Sara was unsure of her real feelings, she didn't want to run into the guy. She hurried into the library and got to work shelving books. She intended to work beret all day, to keep her mind off sex.
She was working in the dim recesses the stacks when she heard voices, just whispers. She thought she heard a girl giggle. Sara frowned and headed for the source of the noise. The library was a place for studying, not fooling around.
Quietly she traced the voices till she was standing in the next aisle. She peered through a gap in the books and saw a boy and a girl standing there. The boy was trying to back the girl against a shelf, but she was giggling and dodging him.
"Aw, come on, Pam," the boy sighed. "Give me a break, will ya!"
"Gary, cut it out," Pam laughed. "I came back here to study. I'm not gonna get it on with you."
Sara reddened. If Gary kept bothering Pam, she was going to march over there and collar him and take him to the principal. The library was definitely not a place for love-making.
"Just one kiss!" Gary pleaded. "Then I'll leave you alone."
"Oh, all right!" Pam laughed.
She held still, leaning back against the shelf, and Gary slipped his arms around her and kissed her. Sara could tell he was sliding his tongue into the girl's mouth. She felt a rush of excitement, then scolded herself for it.
She was the head librarian, after all. She was here to enforce discipline, not to get turned on. She struggled to control her arousal as she watched the students kissing.
"Mmmmmmm!" Pam murmured.
Gary was pulling her tighter against him, wickedly rubbing his crotch against her cunt-mound. Pam wriggled with excitement. He slid his hands down and cupped her cute little ass, then rubbed his cock hard against her belly.
Sara shook her head in disapproval. Both these kids were going to the principal if they didn't shape up. But Sara decided to wait and watch just a little longer. She might get something even more serious on them.
Now they were darting their tongues in each other's mouth, lustily probing around, and they were grinding their bodies together. Sara could hear their loud excited breathing. When they finally came up for air, they were both flushed and panting.
"Okay, Gary, that's it," Pam said breathlessly. "I'm going to study now."
Gary grabbed her and kissed her again, pressing his body against her and trapping her against the shelf. Pam didn't seem to be struggling very hard. She gave a muffled moan as the horny boy slid his tongue into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed.
Pam was losing her self-control, and so was Sara. The stern young librarian felt her pussy getting hot and moist. She was disgusted with herself. She knew right from wrong, and what these kids were doing was very definitely wrong.
A day ago she wouldn't have hesitated to step in there and drag them to the principal for punishment. Now she couldn't bring herself to move -- and she knew why. Damn that Joe Rogers! He'd released all her repressed lusts and now she couldn't control them.
She felt the molten cream seeping from her cunt and soaking her panties. She had a wicked and crazy urge to play with herself. That was insane. She could wreck her career if she was caught masturbating in the stacks.
Sara struggled to ignore her mounting lust as she watched the lusty teenagers exchange a long steamy tongue-kiss. But she couldn't forget how wildly aroused she'd gotten when Joe Rogers kissed her like that. She couldn't seem to think straight.
Finally Pam wrenched her face away from Gary's and exclaimed, "Hey, you said just one kiss!"
"I lied," Gary said hoarsely. "Come on, Pam. After last Saturday night, I can't stop thinking about you!"
Pam reddened. "I-I lost control of myself," she said. "I'm not gonna bolt again, Gary, so just forget it."
"I can't!" he growled.
He slid his hands up under her shirt and cupped her tits. Pam moaned and shivered as he squeezed and molded the tender little titglobes. Spying on them, Sara shared the girl's hot excitement. She'd been aroused in spite of herself when Joe Rogers played with her tits. "Stop it, Gary!" Pam said weakly. "This is crazy. What if somebody catches us?"
"Nobody comes back here," he said, his hands busy under her shirt.
That's what you think, young man, Sara thought sternly.
But Gary was too horny to worry about being caught. He pushed Pam's shirt up over hp bra and ogled the tightly packed lacy cups. Then he slid his arms around behind her and started fumbling with the catch of her bra. Pam gasped and looked around worriedly. Sara managed to duck out of the way just in time.
"Gary, cut that out!" Pam hissed. "You're nuts!"
"Not nuts," he panted, "just horny."
He managed to get her bra off. Her tits were firm, round and high-riding. Already her small rosy nipples were engorged with lust. Gary cupped the pretty tit-globes in his hot hands and started squeezing.
"You've got fantastic tits!" he panted.
"You've got fantastic nerve," Pam sighed. "If Miss Wright comes along and catches us, we'll both be expelled."
"She's busy at the main desk," Gary said. "I saw her."
He dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and started lashing the hot wet meat over Pam's supersensitive nipples. She gurgled and slumped back against the shelf, too aroused to resist him. He lathered the rosy flubs with his hot spit.
"Damn you, Gary," Pam whimpered. "Don't do that. You'll get me hot!"
"I sure hope so," he laughed.
Sara watched his gleaming red tongue lashing around and around the girl's lust-stiffened nipples. She felt a rush of lust, and envy. She wanted a man to be doing that to her. She was sure it would feel terrific. She creamed through her panties and felt the hot juice soaking her inner thighs.
"Nooooooo." Pam whimpered.
She was protesting, but she wasn't fighting. She leaned back and let Gary soak her, throbbing nipples with his hot saliva. Then he caught the right nipple between his lips, drew it into his mouth, and started sucking it.
"Oooooooo," Pam squealed.
Her eyes rolled, and her cute face got flushed. Gary was making a lewd sucking and slurping, he worked on her tender stiff nipple and that turned her on even more. It turned Pam on, too, and she felt her own nipples tremble, begging for more attention.
She imagined Joe Rogers sucking her big tits like that, and she almost mowed with longing. The man had scared her with his blatant come on, yet she felt madly attracted to him. She wanted more of his love-making. She wanted everything Pam was getting from Gary.
Now Gary switched to Pam's left nipple and gave it a good sucking, too. Pam got even more flushed, and she was panting with arousal as he works her throbbing nipple in his mouth. She gripped the edge of the shelf and moaned. Sara suspected that the girl was reaching the limits of her self-control.
"Damnit, Gary, that's enough!" Pam moaned.
"Hell, I'm just getting started!" he chuckled. Now he was unzipping Pam's jeans. Sara got red with indignation. It was definitely time for her to step in and put a stop to this outrageous behavior. Then why couldn't she move? She seemed frozen with wicked fascination.
She wanted to watch everything these lusty teens did. She had so much to learn about sex. She hadn't even made up her mind whether she wanted it or not. Oh, sure, her body was on fire with need, but she couldn't forget her parents' teachings.
Maybe if she just watched for awhile she'd be able to get her head clear. She peered between the books and saw Gary tugging Pam's jeans down to her knees. She was wearing a tiny pair of red bikini panties. Gary slid his hand inside the panties, and Pam moaned.
"Oh, no, not that!" she cried.
Gary was grinning knowingly as he slid his hand between her thighs and started rubbing his fingers over her hot little cunt-slit. Pam whimpered and closed her eyes, unable to resist the hot pleasure he was giving her. Sara couldn't blame her a bit.
Sara knew how great it felt to be touched down there. It was great when she did it to herself, and it must be even more arousing to have a man do it. She watched with envy and lust as Gary worked his fingers over Pam's hot pussy and made her gurgle with pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, Gary, don't!" Pam moaned. "We better stop right now."
"Nobody'll see us," Gary said, his voice hoarse with lust. "Don't you want me to get you off."
"Well, yes," Pam admitted, "but are you sure it's safe?"
"Don't worry!" Gary leered.
He slipped her panties down to her knees. The girl had a cute little blonde bush. Gary ran his hand over it and between her legs. Pam sank back against the shelf and spread her thighs wider, giving him room to work.
"Hurry!" she panted. "I'm so scared we're gonna get caught."
Gary didn't seem concerned at all. He was pinning like a maniac, unaware that tile new librarian was standing only one aisle any watching everything he did. He rubbed his middle finger back and forth over Pam's swollen clit.
"Unnnnhhhh, yessssss," she biased.
Sara felt the urge to play with herself again. It was almost overpowering. She had to remind herself of the consequences if she was caught. Her career as a librarian would be over. Seething with need, she promised herself that as soon as she got home that afternoon, she'd beat off really good.
Gary was rubbing his finger faster and faster over Pam's throbbing clit, getting her aroused to fever pitch. Thick hot cream was running down her legs. Her pretty face was contorted with pleasure.
"Unnnnhhhh, yeah, I'm almost there!" she moaned.
Quitting time seemed light years away to Sara. The lusty librarian rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the hot ache in her pussy, but it was no use. She would have given anything to change places with Pam.
Now Gary was rubbing the girl's clit with lightning speed, his whole hand soaked with her uncontrollably gushing cunt-juice. Paw gripped the edge of the shelf and closed her eyes tight, bating her teeth in a lusty snarl.
"Just a little more!" she whimpered.
Sara wondered if Joe Rogers would do this for her. Not that she had any intention of asking him, of course. She was far too inhibited for that. But it made a very arousing fantasy. She creamed through her panties as she thought about it.
Pam arched her body forward, greedily rubbing her hot and swollen clit against Gary's pistoning finger. She went stiff for a second, then gasped and shuddered violently as an explosive orgasm suddenly ripped through her body. She clapped her hand to her mouth to muffle her screams.
"Unnnnhhhh, yeah, you did it -- unnnhhhh!" she gasped.
Gary went on rubbing her squirting clit while she swayed and convulsed. Floods of pearly cream ran down her legs, and she whimpered with bliss. Sara watched her enviously, needing to come in the worst way.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit, it's good!" Pam sobbed. Sara could believe it. She knew how petit felt to rub her clit till her whole body convulsed with pleasure. She could have gotten off so easily right now. Just two or three strokes of her finger would do the job. But she just couldn't risk it.
At last Pam went still and opened her eyes. Now that her hot lust was satisfied, she looked a little embarrassed. While Gary watched her and grinned, she pulled her clothes into place and smoothed her hair.
"Wow, we took an awful chance!" she said.
"Let's take another one!" Gary leered. "Aren't you gonna get me off?"
"Yeah, I suppose that's only fair," Pam agreed, looking around warily.
Once more Sara had to duck out of the way. When she looked again, Pam was pulling down Gary's jeans and shorts. Sara couldn't help gawking as his stiff teenaged cock snapped free. She'd never seen a r al-live cock before, only pictures.
"Yeah, go for it, baby," Gary cried as Pam knelt in front of him.
Sara's eyes got huge as she spied. Pam grasped the base of the boy's iron-hard cock, then opened her lips wide and fed his cock-meat inside. She took almost all of his drooling cock into the steam heat of her mouth, then caved in her cheeks and started sucking.
"Shit, yeah, suck!" Gary gasped.
Sara had heard of oral sex, but now she was finding out just exactly what it involved. Pam sucked greedily and noisily on the boy's hard prick, while Gary leaned against the shelf and panted with excitement. Obviously this felt very good to him.
Sara tried to imagine herself doing this to a man. Her curiosity was intense. How would it feel to have a cock in her mouth, and what did cock-juice taste like? She doubted she'd ever know. She was just too shy and repressed to get involved with a man.
"Faster," Gary groaned, "harder!"
Pam obeyed, sucking furiously on his throbbing cock and drinking up his oozing prick cream. Gary's eyes rolled crazily, then shut tight as he rocketed toward the relief he craved. He gripped the edge of the shelf and grimaced with pleasure, moaning steadily and hoarsely.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, shit, almost there!" he groaned.
Pam whimpered with excitement and sucked even harder on his cock, making an obscene slurping noise. Gary grasped her head and started fucking her mouth. Then he gave a hoarse yelp, and her cheeks ballooned.
"Eat it, baby -- aaagggghhhhh!" he cried. "Muuunmmmm!" Pam moaned. Sara moaned, too, softly and enviously as she watched Pam suck the boy off. It had been quite a show. But now it was time to do her duty and see that these kids were punished for their outrageous behavior.
Chapter Three
Gary gave a big sigh of satisfaction. "That was terrific, Pam," he said. "You do it great. How about doing it again?"
Pam gawked at him.
"But Gary, I just got you off," she said. "You can't be horny again!"
"Oh, yes, I can!" he leered. "Come on, honey, suck my cock a lime more!"
"I can see I'm not gonna get any studying done today," Pam sighed.
She slipped his dripping cock back into her mouth and began sucking it.
Sara, who was about to burst in on them, hesitated. She really wanted to watch. There was so much she had to learn about sex before she decided if it was for her.
Well, it wouldn't hurt to spy a little longer. The more she got on these kids, the better. She continued to peer out between the books while Pam sucked noisily on Gary's cock and Gary sighed with pleasure.
Slowly his cock expanded and Pam's lips were pushed wider and wider apart. That seemed to excite the girl a lot. As his prick grew on her tongue, she gurgled and whimpered.
Gary got red-faced, with lust. Soon his mushrooming cock was filling the girl's mouth.
"Okay, that's enough?" he panted.
Pam drew back and stared at him, his spit soaked cock snapping from her lips. "Don't you want me to get you off, Gary?"
"Sure, baby!" he leered. "But not that way. I want to fuck you!"
Pam jumped to her feet, blushing hotly.
"Oh, no!" she snapped. "I told you, Gary, I lost control of myself last Saturday night, but it's not gonna happen again!"
"Come on, honey, that's all I been thinking about!" Gary pleaded.
He grabbed her and wrestled her to the floor. That was very frustrating for Sara, because now she couldn't see what they were doing. She slipped to the end of the aisle and peeked around the corner, praying they wouldn't notice her.
Gary had Pam on her back and was rolling on top of her. She was pushing at his chest, trying to escape, but he was much stronger than she was. Pinning her there, he tugged down her jeans and panties. He wriggled between her thighs, and his ass started jerking furiously.
"No, Gary, no -- unhhhhh," Pam gasped. Sara barely stifled a moan. She knew what was happening now. Gary had succeeded in plowing his bone-hard cock into the girl's cunt. Groaning, he shoved it all the way into her, and Pam went limp beneath him, no longer fighting.
"Aw, skit, that's good, isn't it?" Gary moaned.
"Yes," Pam whimpered. "Oh, yes, honey, do it to me, fuck me!"
The spying librarian reddened. She really had the goods on these kids now. It was almost too shocking to believe, but they were actually fucking in the library. Now would be the time to call the principal so he could see what was going on.
Yet Sara didn't move. Something was holding her there, some kind of wicked fascination. She didn't want to miss a moment of this scene. She'd always wondered what it was like to fuck, and now she could find out.
Gary shoved his hands under Pam's churning ass, pulled her up tight against him, and hammered his stiff cock into her. She was all through protesting now. She dung to him, clawing his shoulders and whimpering. Her hips jerked to his hot horny rhythm.
"Yeah, fuck it to me, fuck it to... meeeee!" she moaned.
She closed her eyes and forgot everything, even the danger of being caught. Sara could tell that the girl was in total bliss as she took the deep hard lunges of Gary's cock. She fucked right back at him, her hips jerking furiously.
Sara's panties were soaked with her oozing cream, and her slit was swollen and fiery-hot.
If only she could have found some privacy, she would have masturbated like crazy. But she knew she'd have to wait till she got home, hours from now.
"Damn!" she sighed.
The prudish young librarian rarely swore, but she figured this situation excused it. She was going out of her mind with lust, and she was watching another female get what she herself needed so desperately.
Gary fucked faster and faster into Pam's juicy little pussy and she kept pace with her jerking hips. Sara could hear their bodies slapping together. They were going at each other like a couple of rutting animals.
"Harder!" Pam moaned. "Give it to me as hard as you can, baby!"
Gary obeyed, fucking her with all the speed and force at his command. Their bodies were almost a blur to the spying librarian. Sara remembered how, great it had felt to finger-fuck herself. It looked like it would be even more fun to take a pistoning cock.
Now Pam was arching her body right off the floor, taking Gary's pile-driving prick as deep as she could get it. She rubbed her swollen clit against his hammering shaft and clawed hard at his shoulders.
"Oooooooh, shit, I'm almost there?" she whined.
"Me, too," Gary panted. "Come with me?" He closed his eyes and pounded it to her, and she gurgled and whimpered with ecstasy as his pounding cock took her to the brink of orgasm. Sara was almost panting as she watched them, aware that both of them were about to come. She just wished she'd be joining them, but no way was that possible.
"Annnnhhhh, honey, you did it to mooted," Pam moaned. "Oh, shit, yesssss, ahhhhhhh!"
"Awwwwwww, fuck -- awwwwwww!" Gary groaned.
As he emptied his load into Pam's greedily sucking womb, Sara slipped away, returning to the main desk. She knew she wasn't going to turn the kids in to the principal. In a way she was just as guilty as they were.
She could have stopped them when they first started making out, but instead she'd spied and wickedly enjoyed watching them. Not only that, she wanted to watch that again. She'd keep her eye on Gary and Pam, just in case there was another show.
So, with such naughty thoughts in her mind, she really had no right to punish the kids. She pretended to ignore them as they came out of the stacks. Let them think she didn't have a clue about what they'd been doing.
It was a long day for the desperately horny librarian, but at last she was driving home to her apartment. Dinner could wait. She had something far more urgent on her mind. She hurried inside, raced to her bedroom, and started throwing her clothes in every direction. Naked, she threw herself onto her bed and slid a hand between her legs.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, yesssssss!" she sighed.
It was the sensation she'd been craving for hours, ever since she spied on Gary and Pam. All day her pussy had been swollen and burning, aching for attention. She rubbed her fingers over every inch of the hot puffed flesh.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," she sighed.
Even her most feather touch felt great down there. She soon soaked her fingers with the searing juice that seeped from her virgin cunt. She massaged herself all over, then went for the most sensitive spot of all.
Her clit was swollen up taut, and it was throbbing with arousal. Sara knew it was, a magic button, and that all she had to do was stroke herself there a few times and she'd be coming like crazy. She pressed the tip of her index finger against the fiery little nub.
She started working her finger in a circular motion around the slippery shaft of her clit. The pleasure was incredible. She closed her eyes tight and forgot everything else. Molten cream spurted from her cunt, till her finger was dripping with the sticky liquid.
"Mmmmmm, damn, that feels so good!" she gurgled.
There she went, swearing again. Joe Rogers had had quite an effect on her. There'd been a lusty hot-blooded young woman hiding inside the prim prudish librarian. That secret woman was in control now, driving Sara to rub her clit faster and faster, bringing her swiftly to the brink of climax.
Greedily Sara hung there as long as she could, enjoying the hot stabs of pleasure that radiated from her clit. She could have gotten herself off at any second, but she didn't want the wonderful sensations to end.
"Unmmnhhhhh, ahhhh -- yesssss!" she sobbed.
Finally, though, she was too horny to hold out. She'd been craving some relief for hours. She grasped her throbbing clit between her thumb and forefinger and started massaging the slick nub. It only took a couple of squeezes, and then she was coming like crazy.
"Ohhhhhhhh, shit -- whaahhhhh!" she screamed.
The blinding body-shaking climax went on and on. Sara rolled all over the bed, furiously massaging her clit milking out every drop of sensation. Then she gasped and stopped. She heard something -- the doorbell ringing.
Blushing hotly, she leaped off the bed and threw on a robe. She hoped nobody could tell what she'd been doing. Would it show on her face? She opened the door and saw a United Parcel man holding a small box.
"Miss Sara Wright?" he asked.
"Y-Yes," Sara stammered.
He didn't seem to notice her embarrassment. Like all United Parcel people, he was in a hurry. He gave her a form to sign, handed her the package, and was gone. Sara took the package inside and opened it.
There was another box inside, and a note from the former head librarian of Riverside High, Maude Blake. Miss Blake had retired, and Sara had taken her place. She remembered how kind the old lady had been to her when she showed her the ropes.
"Dear Miss Wright," the note read, "I hope you won't be shocked by this little gift. It was a great comfort to me when I worked at the library. I think you will understand. Best wishes, Maude Blake."
"Why, how nice," Sara murmured.
She could hardly wait to see the gift Miss Blake had given her. She tore open the box, removed some tissue paper, and then let out a shriek.
It was a great big cock. At least, that was what it looked like.
"My God!" Sara breathed.
Gingerly she removed the thing from the box. It was hard rubber, the exact size and shape of a large cock, and there was a little button at the base. Sara turned very red as she realized what she was holding. Miss Blake, a perfectly respectable woman, had given her a dildo.
Sara didn't know whether to laugh or be shocked. She carried the dildo back to her bedroom and stretched out on her bed to study it. Miss Blake said it had been a great comfort to her when she worked at the library. Sara began to understand.
Miss Blake had worked there many years, and she couldn't have failed to see kids making out in the stacks. She'd never married. It all fit together. She must have watched the students, gotten horny, and satisfied herself with this contraption.
"I'll be damned!" Sara chuckled.
The old lady was a lot more hip than she'd seemed. Why not give her gift a try? Sara was feeling horny again, even though she'd just beaten off. One orgasm wasn't going to satisfy her raging lust. So instead of her fingers, she'd use the dildo.
She rolled onto her back, bent her legs, and spread them wide. Grasping the base end of the dildo, she pressed the big hard head against her untried cunt-mouth. The thing felt enormous, but her curiosity was greater than her fear.
She started easing the huge fake cock into her virgin cunt. The fit was very tight, but it felt exciting. It was far more arousing than her finger. Panting, she eased the bulb deeper and deeper, till she was completely crammed with it.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, God," she panted.
So this was how a cock felt? She was stuffed so full, she could hardly breathe. But as her excitement mounted, she creamed heavily, making the way slick and moist. She started working the dildo up and down in her hot little pussy.
"Yes, yesssssss, ummmmmm!" she groaned. It was easy to fantasize about Joe Rogers fucking her. She closed her eyes and imagined he was on top of her, his hips pumping, his enormous rock-hard cock cramming her cunt again and again. She creamed more heavily, the molten juice overflowing her cunt and running down her ass-crack.
"Yes, baby, I love it!" she whimpered, "Don't stop, Joe, keep fucking me!"
Anybody watching her would have thought she was nuts, of course. The lovely brunette lay all alone on her bed, working that obscene object in her cunt and moaning to an imaginary lover. But to Sara it made perfect sense.
On account of her shyness and prudery, she'd probably never have a man of her own, but thanks to Miss Blake she had one of the most important parts!
Yes, it was a very thoughtful gift, and Sara was loving it more by the second. She worked the huge fake cock harder and deeper in her seething cunt, her greedy cunt expanding to take it.
She imitated the hard horny rhythm Gary had used when he fucked Pam, and that felt terrific.
"Ohhhhh, shit, yesssss!" she wailed. "Fuck it to me, Joe, fuck me forever!"
Totally caught up in her lusty fantasy that she was fucking the maintenance man, Sara kept her eyes tightly closed and pistoned the dildo deep and hard in her flooded pussy. Dizzily she remembered that she hadn't tried that little button at the base. She switched it on and [missing text].
"Ooooooh, my God -- aaahhhhhhhh!" she cried.
The dildo was throbbing and buzzing in her pussy, greatly intensifying her pleasure. She kept working it up and down, enjoying the cramming sensation and the delicious vibrating action. Her cream overflowed and puddled on the bed beneath her.
"Ohhhhhh, I can't believe this!" she gasped.
It was even better than playing with herself. Miss Blake was really on to something. Slowly but steadily Sara tightened her starved cunt around the humming dildo, getting all the hot friction she could. She had a hunch she was going to come like a bomb.
It happened just a few seconds later. There was a violent explosion of pleasure in the fiery depths of her cunt, and then the orgasm was shaking her whole body. The dude went on vibrating, making her climax doubly intense. She couldn't help screaming hoarsely as she came and came.
One hot orgasm followed another. Sara hungrily went with it, gorging herself on climaxes. After all, she had years to make-up for, years in which she'd denied herself a normal sex life. All the bottled-up lust had to be satisfied.
At last, totally drained, she switched off the dildo and drew it from her smoking pussy.
"Thanks, Miss Blake," she sighed. "That's the nicest present I've ever had."
Chapter Four
When she reported for work the next day, Sara had vowed to clean up her act. No more spying on people, and no more hanky-panky in the library, that was her vow.
She really was ashamed of herself for spying on Pam and Gary, and she knew she should have reported them to the principal right away. She was the head librarian, and she hadn't done her job.
Looking grim, she started shelving books. It wasn't long before she heard whispers from far back in the stacks. She made her way silently toward the sounds.
Pecking out from between the books, she saw a boy and girl standing in the next aisle grinning at each other. The boy pulled the girl to him and kissed her. Sara reddened with annoyance.
The library may have been a favorite necking place in Miss Blake's day, but Sara wasn't going to stand for it. This was a place to study, not to make out. Her anger grew as she watched the students kissing and rubbing their bodies together.
Finally they came up for air, and the girl whispered, "We better cut it out. Somebody might catch us."
"Aw, don't worry about it," the boy said. "Everybody makes out back here."
Not any more they don't, Sara thought furiously.
The boy cupped the girl's tits and started squeezing them through her clothes.
"All right, you two!" she barked. "I'm taking you to the principal's office!"
"Oh, please, Miss Wright," the girl cried, bursting into tears, "don't report us! My folks will kill me!"
"Gosh, Miss Wright," the boy said, "everybody's been making out in the stacks, for years. Nobody ever got punished before. We promise not to do it again!"
Sara hesitated. Yesterday she'd stood by and allowed Gary and Pam to go all the way, and now she was about to punish these kids for just one kiss. It really wasn't fair. They were just doing what everybody else did.
"Very well," she said grimly, "I won't report you this time. But if I ever catch you doing this again, you'll be expelled. And you'd better spread the word about that!"
"Oh, yes, Ma'am, we will!" the boy said.
The kids hurried back to the study tables and started whispering to their friends. The word was getting around that there'd be no more making out in the library. Sara felt she'd done her duty. So why did she feel this strange sense of disappointment?
Suddenly she knew. She was disappointed, because she'd really wanted to spy. She'd wanted to watch another young couple make love. She felt ashamed of herself for those feelings, but she couldn't deny them.
Well, she was just going to have to get control of herself. Hard work would help. She worked furiously, even through the lunch hour, then finally went to the teachers' lounge to grab a bite. She was glad to find herself alone there.
She wasn't alone for long, though. She was in the bathroom when she heard voices, people entering the lounge. She couldn't help overhearing their conversation.
"This is crazy, Jerry!" a woman said. "We're taking an awful chance!"
"Liz, I just had to get you alone," a man replied. "Everybody's had their lunch and gone now. This is the perfect chance!"
Liz, Jerry? Sara recognized the names. They were teachers at Riverside, both of them in their thirties, respected, and married -- to other people. What were they doing alone together in the lounge? She opened the bathroom door just a crack and peeked out.
"I can't hold it back any longer, Liz!" Jerry was saying. "I'm crazy about you. And I've got a hunch you feel the same way about me."
"Oh, Jerry, it's true," Liz sighed, "but what can we do about it? I don't want to ruin my marriage, and I'm sure you don't want to wreck yours."
"I don't," Jerry said, slipping his arms around her, "but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other if we're careful."
He kissed Liz, and she melted against him, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. The two teachers were lost in a long steamy tongue-kiss.
Sara turned scarlet. She was scandalized. Here were two, of the most respected members of the faculty about to commit adultery in the teachers' lounge. No matter where she went in this school, she seemed to run into sex.
Well, what could she do about it? This wasn't the library, and she wasn't in charge here. If she threatened to report them to the principal, they'd probably deny that they were doing anything, and Sara would look ridiculous.
The best thing she could do was get out of there and leave them to their wickedness. Only she couldn't. They were between her and the door. Shocked as she felt, she had no choice but to stay right where she was till Liz and Jerry left.
Of course she could have shut the bathroom door, but she didn't. She stood there and watched. Somehow she just couldn't resist. These were adults, after all, and she might learn something that students couldn't teach her. Sara convinced herself that she needed the sex education.
"Oh. Jerry, this is wrong!" Liz moaned as they finally broke off their kiss.
"Not if nobody knows about it," he assured her. "Come on over to the couch!"
Liz was blushing, but she didn't resist as Jerry grabbed her hand and led her to the couch.
He drew her down on it, and they embraced and kissed again, lying down this time. They rubbed their bodies sensuously together.
Disgusting, Sara thought.
She tried to forget that she'd done something just as disgusting last night, when she used that dildo. She hadn't been able to resist the damned thing, using it again and again, till she fell asleep with exhaustion.
No, she wouldn't think about that. At least it wasn't adultery. She concentrated her attention on the teachers. Liz, a slim blonde, was rubbing her cunt-mound against Jerry's crotch, helpless to hide the lust she felt for him.
Jerry was medium height but burly, and Sara couldn't help feeling attracted to his powerful body. Then she reminded herself that she must keep control. She mustn't let her lust overpower her mind. She ignored the growing heat and moistness in her hungry pussy.
Jerry started unbuttoning Liz's blouse. She looked guilty, but she didn't stop him. He drew her blouse off and quickly removed her bra. Her tits were kind of small but very firm and pretty. Jerry cupped them in his big hands and started molding and squeezing them.
"Christ, I've wanted to do this for so long!" he said, his voice husky with longing.
"I've wanted you to do it," Liz admitted, "but I still feel guilty about it."
"Let's see if I can take jour mind off that!" he grinned.
He dipped his head closer, stuck out his tongue, and began licking her nipples.
Sara shivered with helpless excitement. She still wasn't sure she approved of sex, but some thing just got her aroused in spite of herself.
She watched Jerry's big red tongue lashing Liz's small rosy nipples. The soft nuts responded quickly, growing into stiff throbbing flubs.
Liz was shivering and whimpering as he worked her nipples into engorged points.
"Oh, God, you're getting me so hot!" she moaned.
Jerry didn't answer. He just did something to make her even hotter. He pushed her tits together till the stiff spit-soaked nipples met, then plunged both of them into his mouth. He sucked noisily and greedily on the juicy nubs and Liz moaned hoarsely. Her face got pink with horniness.
"Oh, God, ohhhhh!" she moaned. Sara felt a hot burst of juice from her cunt. She avoided herself, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about the growing excitement in her pussy. Was she some kind of pervert? She only knew that she got very turned on by spying on people making love.
Well, all she had to do was close the door. But she couldn't bear to do that. She didn't want to miss a moment of the action. She knew the facts of life, of course, having been to college, but she didn't know what real fucking was like, and she was dying to find out.
Jerry sucked Liz's stiff nipples till the pretty blonde was whimpering and shaking with arousal. Then he unzipped her skirt and drew it off, laying it carefully over a chair. While he was doing that, Liz seemed to recover her senses.
"Oh, no, Jerry!" she gasped. "I'm not going to do that. I couldn't! At least not here!"
"Do what?" Jerry leered.
Liz blushed hotly and said, "I-I'm not going to go all the way with you."
"Why, honey, I never said I was going to do that," Jerry answered with a smile. "I just wanta show you what fun we could have together. I won't do anything you object to."
He stood there ogling Liz, who was now wearing just a flimsy pair of pink lace panties. She had a terrific body for a woman in her thirties. Sara noticed that Jerry had a big bulge at his fly, and she really couldn't blame him.
"What did you have in mind, Jerry?" Liz asked warily.
"I just wanta eat you a little!" he growled. Before she could answer, he was crawling between her legs. He pushed them wide apart, forcing her to bend them at the knees. Her luscious-looking pink cunt -- she was fully exposed, wet flesh glistening between delicate fringes of blonde curls.
"This is something else I've been wanting to do for a long time!" he rasped.
His tongue shot out, and Liz shuddered and cried out, "Ohhhhhh, God -- ummnhhhhhh!"
Sara barely stifled a cry of her own. She imagined a man's big hot tongue lashing all over her swollen slit, and she knew it would feel fantastically good. Her own fingers felt good enough, but that slippery wet tongue would feel a thousand times better.
In spite of her vow to keep cool, she couldn't help envying Liz. She couldn't stop the molten flood of cream that gushed from her cunt and soaked her panties. Jerry was whipping his big red tongue noisily and greedily all over Liz's molten-hot pussy, making her whimper and sob with pleasure.
"Unnnnhhhbhh, honey, I love that so much!" she moaned.
"Doesn't your husband do it for you?" Jerry asked.
"Not any more," Liz sighed. "I guess the excitement's gone out of our sex life. We don't feel real inspired."
"Neither do we," Jerry said. "My wife's hardly interested. She won't let me do this to her any more."
"She's crazy!" Liz moaned.
Jerry chuckled and went back to licking her pussy. He lathered every inch of her rosy cuntgash with his hot spit, snaking his tongue into all the steamy folds and crannies. Liz's head lolled back, and she gurgled in bliss.
"Oh, damnit, I can't help it," she sighed. "I just can't get enough of this."
"That's what I was hoping," Jerry chuckled. "Let's face it, honey. We love our spouses, but we need a little adventure. We can give each other a terrific adventure."
Jerry should have been a salesman, Sara thought. He certainly was selling Liz on his proposition. But Sara would have been sold, too, if he was licking her pussy like that. She knew she couldn't have resisted it.
Now Jerry zeroed in on the most sensitive spot of all, Liz's swollen, hooded clit.
He used the stiff tip of his tongue to lash the little nub, and Liz clawed the couch and gurgled in ecstasy. Thick hot cream poured from her cunt and dribbled down the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhhh, honey, yessss!" she moaned. "I love that, don't stop!"
"I won't stop," Jerry panted. "I'll wake it even better."
He rapidly rimmed the shaft of her clit with his stiff tongue-tip, and she sobbed with pleasure. Sara was creaming heavily and helplessly as she watched. Damnit, she couldn't help it -- she wanted a man to do that to her.
Was Joe Rogers the man? She imagined him rimming her clit with his big hot tongue, and she almost moaned with longing. He wanted her, all right. He'd made that clear. But she was afraid of the powerfully built maintenance man.
Her lust was at fever pitch when Jerry jammed his lips down around Liz's clit and started sucking her off. Liz began to whimper shrilly, and Sara whimpered, too. She knew she couldn't be heard over Liz's noise.
"Oooooooh, yessss, suck meeeeee!" Liz squealed.
Sara was shaking with need. She would have given anything just then to trade places with Liz. No man had ever gone down on her, but, it wasn't hard to imagine how terrific it would feel. She felt her hot pussy-cream soaking through her panties and running down her thighs.
"Unnnnhhh, God, I'm cominggggggg!" Liz sobbed.
Her slim body bucked and convulsed, and she splattered Jerry's face with her spurting come juice. He went right on sucking, her clit till she went limp. Then he made his tongue long and stiff and crammed it deep and hard into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh, God!" Liz wailed.
Jerry was fucking her with his tongue. It was obscene, indecent -- and very exciting. Sara watched pop-eyed, following the up-and-down movements of his gleaming red tongue as it crammed and reamed Liz's hot cunt.
"I love it, I love it!" Liz gurgled.
Sara knew she would have loved it, too. She was almost whimpering with need as she watched Jerry tongue-fucking the moaning teacher. Liz arched her body, taking his pistoning tongue as deep as she could get it. She closed her eyes tight and bared her teeth.
"Yes, yes, I'm almost there!" she moaned. Jerry tongue-fucked her even harder. Sara could hear the lewd sucking noise his tongue was making. She creamed uncontrollably. Her pussy was on tire. She fought the urge to play with herself.
Once again, she'd have to wait till she got home to masturbate. It was too risky to do it here.
"Ohhhh, yessss -- whaaaahhhhh!" Liz screamed.
She was coming very hard, and Jerry made her orgasm even more intense by tonguing her steadily through it. When she finally went limp, he stood up, wiped her come from his face, and then dropped his pants and shorts.
His enormous thick cock was stiff as steel, and both women gawked at it.
"Okay, honey," he said to Liz. "I got you off. Now how about taking care of me?"
Chapter Five
He looked hairy and powerful. His cock matched the size of the rest of him. It was as thick as a woman's wrist.
Liz shyly wrapped her fingers around the base of his huge prick and started pumping it. She swiftly worked her fist up and down the thick blue-veined column of cock-meat. Jerry grimaced with lust, and hot thick globs of cream started dripping from his piss-hole.
"Yeah, baby, that's nice!" he grunted.
Sara wondered if she'd like doing that to a man. She was very curious about cocks. She wanted to hold one, find out what it felt like. Still, Jerry's enormous cock kind of frightened her. HOW could a woman take something that big in her cunt? Wouldn't it split her in half?
Then Sara blushed and reminded herself that she'd taken something almost that big last night. The dildo was huge. Yes, she could probably take Jerry's cock, but it was never going to be offered to her. She'd never have the nerve to come on to him.
She envied Liz. The pretty blonde teacher was working her fist faster and faster around Jerry's huge cock, and she was licking her lips as she watched the hot cream dribble from his prick. Liz obviously enjoyed what she was doing.
"This is great, Liz," Jerry panted, "but there's something I'd like even more."
"I can guess what it is!" Liz laughed. "I bet you do it for your husband," he said. "Not much any more," she sighed. "He's always too tired for foreplay."
"Sounds like my wife," Jerry said. "I can hardly get her to go down on me any more. I sure would like it."
"You got it!" Liz said hungrily. She slipped off the couch and onto her knees, wriggling between Jerry's powerfully muscled legs. Grasping the base of his cock, she steadied its lusty bucking, then stuck out her tongue and began licking the engorged purple head.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" Jerry groaned. "That's what I want. Just keep doing that!"
Liz raced her little pink tongue around and around the huge hard head of his cock, coating it with her hot saliva.
She licked up the thick blobs of cream that oozed from his piss-hole, gurgling hungrily as she swallowed the salty juice.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" she sighed. "I almost forgot how much fun this is."
"I'm not gonna let you forget again!" Jerry chuckled.
Liz went on lapping up his dripping cockcream as fast as she could get it. Sara wondered what the stuff tasted like. It must be good, because Liz couldn't get enough of it. She was drooling all over Jerry's cock-head.
"That's real nice!" Jerry sighed. "I'd like it even better if you sucked it."
"I figured that!" Liz laughed.
Sara watched intently. She'd seen Pam suck Gary's teenaged cock, but she wondered how any woman could get this monster into her mouth. Liz opened her lips as wide as they'd go, then began easing them down around the massive column of cock-meat.
It looked like her lips would burst. Obviously she wasn't going to get all of that horse cock into her mouth, but she did pretty well. She got half of it before her mouth was crammed full. She started sucking loudly.
"Oh, Jesus, yeah!" Jerry groaned.
Liz sucked greedily on his cock-meat, making a lewd slurping noise. She was sucking the hot juice out of his prick and gobbling it. Jerry leaned back and watched her with lust-glazed eyes, grimacing with pleasure.
"Perfect!" he rasped. "I sure wish I could get this at home!"
Liz probably wished she could, too. She seemed starved for his juice. Her throat muscles worked busily as she gobbled the stuff. Sara wondered if she'd enjoy doing this. It would be easy to find out.
All she'd have to do was offer to suck off Joe Rogers. She could imagine his delight. But she couldn't even remotely imagine herself making the offer. She'd die of embarrassment. Too bad, because she really was curious.
"Mmmm mm, uuummmmm!" Liz moaned. To the surprise of both women, Jerry said, "You better quit now, Liz. I'm almost coming!"
Liz let his spit-soaked cock snap from her lips. "But Jerry," she exclaimed, "I thought that's what you wanted."
"Nope!" he leered. "What I really want is to fuck you!"
Liz reddened. "Jerry, I told you, I'm not going to do that. At least not in the teachers' lounge. That would be crazy."
"Then where else are we gonna do it?" he asked. "We never get a chance to be alone."
"Good question," Liz sighed. "I just don't know. But we can't take that kind of risk."
"Oh, come on, Liz!" Jerry growled. "I've already gone down on you and you've sucked my cock -- right here in the teachers' lounge. Wasn't that a risk?"
"Yes," Liz sighed. "I don't know, Jerry, I'm confused."
"I'm not," he said. "I wanta fuck you so bad, Liz, and I want it right now. I'm not taking no for an answer!"
He lifted her up to straddle his lap. Her moist cunt-silt rubbed the massive purple head of his cock. He pushed his prick back and forth over the swollen flesh of her pussy, and she whimpered with longing.
"You want it, baby!" he growled. "Be honest!"
"Oh, God, yes, I want it!" she moaned. "But Jerry, if anybody catches us, our careers are over."
"Nobody's gonna catch us," he said. "They're all in class."
Liz started to protest again, but her words turned into a horny groan as Jerry lodged the fat head of his prick into her juicy little cuntmouth. He started pushing into her, and she threw back her head and wailed. All her resistance was gone now.
"Ohhhhh, my God, ohhh!" she cried.
Sara's eyes were huge. She couldn't imagine taking a cock that size without pain. But clearly Liz wasn't hurting. The pretty blonde gurgled with excitement as Jerry eased his massive prick deeper and deeper into her aroused and slippery cunt. Her pearly pussy-cream gushed out around his cock-meat.
"Unnnhhhh, I can't help it, I want it!" she sobbed.
"Good," Jerry leered, "'cause I'm really gonna give it to you. I'm gonna give you all you can take!"
I wish somebody would tell me that, Sara thought.
She watched enviously as Jerry's wrist-thick cock vanished up Liz's dripping pussy. At last only his huge hairy balls were showing. He paused for breath. Liz, completely skewered on his giant prick, whimpered with excitement.
"Do it to me, honey, fuck me!" she panted. "Hey, now that I'm there, I'm not gonna rush," Jerry chuckled. "We went to a lot of work to get out of our classes today. We oughta enjoy every second of it."
"Oh, God, that reminds me," Liz said, glancing at her watch. "We have to be back in class in half an hour."
"Plenty of time," Jerry said. "And if you look at your damned watch one more time, I'll murder you."
"Got it!" Liz laughed. "Now will you for God's sake fuck me?"
"Got it!" he leered.
He began working his cock in her slowly and sensuously, probing deep. Liz sobbed with pleasure and soaked his cock-meat with rush after rush of molten cream. Her face was contorted with lust, and his was red with pleasure. If anybody had walked in on them, they probably wouldn't have noticed, they were so absorbed in their fun.
"Yessss, Jesus, I love it!" Liz gurgled.
"I've been wanting into your pants since the first day I met you," Jerry growled.
"You're a wicked dirty minded man," Liz moaned.
"And I'm gonna prove it!" he laughed.
He began fucking her faster. Her slim body quivered with the impact. Sara could hear the obscene sucking noise his cock was making.
Sara shivered, wondering how Liz could take that pounding. But Liz didn't seem to have any worries. She was gurgling and moaning with pleasure, and her creaming was uncontrollable. Each time Jerry pushed deep into her, she threw back her head and wailed with bliss.
"Ohhhhh, baby, you're fucking me so good!" she cried.
"I'm glad to hear that," Jerry panted.
He was almost beyond words, his voice hoarse with lust. Grimacing and growling, he hammered his huge hard prick into Liz's squirting cunt-box, giving it to her faster by the second. The couch began to creak.
"W-What if the couch breaks?" Liz whimpered.
"Who gives a shit?" Jerry rasped. "They'll think Miss Hamilton sat on it."
Sara couldn't help sniggering. Miss Hamilton, the Latin teacher, weighed nearly three hundred pounds. Jetty seemed to have an answer to everything. But then he'd been desperate to fuck Liz, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him.
"Unnnhhhhh, God. I'm gonna come!" Liz moaned.
"You and me both!" Jerry growled.
He was fucking her with lightning speed. She bounced up and down in his lap, her cute tits wobbling crazily. Her head bled back, and she closed her eyes tightly. She made a helpless whimpering sound as Jerry's merciless fucking brought her to the edge of orgasm. Suddenly she let out a wail and began to come violently, her body convulsing.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yessss -- ahhhhh!" Liz screamed.
"Yeah, take my load, baby -- aaaggghhh!" Jerry roared.
Sara gritted her teeth and watched enviously as they came together in a long hard climax. She was aching to come, too, but there was nothing she could do about it. More scalding cream gushed from her unsatisfied cunt to soak through her dripping panties.
"Unnnnhhhh, so good, unnnhhhhhh!" Liz sobbed.
"Awwwww, fuckin' Christ!" Jerry groaned. At last they went still, Liz collapsing against Jerry with his exhausted cock still deep inside her. She twined her arms around his neck and nuzzled his face.
"I guess it was worth the risk," she sighed. "I haven't been fucked that well in years!"
"Hey, I know it was worth the risk," Jerry answered. "And I wanta risk it again!"
"Sure," Liz said with an even louder sigh, "but we won't get another chance like this very soon."
"Then let's make the most of this one," Jerry leered. "We've still got twenty minutes."
"You mean right now?" Liz exclaimed. "Jerry, you're a sex-fiend."
"Aren't you glad?" he grinned.
He started moving his hips, working his cock to hardness in the hot velvet of her cunt. Liz felt his cock-meat growing inside her, and she gurgled with excitement. She began squeezing his prick with her hungry pussy.
"Hey, yeah, you want it, too!" he panted.
"You better believe I do!" Liz snarled.
Jerry lifted her off his newly stiffened prick and laid her down on her back. He lifted one of her legs and draped it over the back of the couch, then dangled the other one off the edge.
Her come-soaked cunt-slit was fully exposed to his hot lusty eyes.
"I've been fantasizing about you in that position," he admitted with a chuckle.
"In the teachers' lounge?" Liz laughed.
"Right," he said, making a dive for her. "I really am a sex-fiend."
Covering her with his powerful hairy body, he dug his cock deep and hard into her juice slick cunt. Liz groaned in bliss as she took it. He cupped her firm little ass and started pounding his cock-meat into her.
"Unnnnhhhh, yessss!" Liz hissed. "Fuck me, Jerry, fuck me forever!"
"I just wish I could," he groaned.
Sara watched, hot-eyed with longing, as Jerry hammered his enormous steel-hard prick into Liz's eager pussy-hole. Fucking still looked rough and scary, but she couldn't question the fact that Liz loved every second of it.
"Yes, fuck it to me, fuck my brains out!" the blonde teacher wailed.
Jerry wasted no more time talking, however. Their time was running out. They were due back in class very shortly. So he just fucked into her faster and faster. They didn't know when they'd manage another get-together.
Liz got the message. She stopped talking and just arched her body to take Jerry's massive prick as deep as she could get it. She clawed at his broad shoulders and wailed with pleasure. Her hips jerked to his horny rhythm.
Sara again fought the urge to slip her hand down inside her panties and play with herself. It would be mortifying to get caught like that. Feverishly and enviously she watched the two teachers fuck each other to another violent climax.
They were so horny for each other, it didn't take long. And besides, they were racing the clock. Sara was sure they wanted to have hours together, hours of leisurely inventive lovemaking, but by now they only had a few minutes left.
Jerry pistoned his nearly bursting cock over Liz's swollen clit and that set her off.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, baby, I'm cominggggggg -- whaahhhhhhh!" she wailed.
"Awwwww, shit, awwwwwww!" Jerry bellowed.
They would have heard him oil over the school, except that the bell began to ring and hundreds of kids started thundering through the halls like stampeding cattle. Jerry and Liz had been very lucky. They hurriedly dressed and left the lounge before anyone caught them.
Sara didn't feel so lucky. She was left with a maddening case of lust and nobody to help her out.
Chapter Six
Sara went back to the library. She'd forgotten to eat her lunch, but it didn't matter. All she could think about was getting through the rest of the day with her sanity intact.
Just two more hours and she could go home and masturbate. Two hours wasn't really a long time, but it seemed like eternity to the lust crazed librarian. She'd never felt more horny in her life.
At last the final bell rang, and Sara helped her coworkers close the library. She was hardly conscious of what she did. She just wanted to get to her car and get home. She knew the dildo was going to get a terrific workout.
She hurried down the hall and down the front step of the school. There was a long brick walk to the parking lot, and it was lined with thick shrubbery. About halfway down the walk Sara heard strange noises coming from the bushes.
"Quiet, you guys," a girl said in a loud whisper. "Somebody will hear us!"
Sara's cars pricked up. She sensed mischief.
As much as she wanted to get home, she decided she'd better investigate. It could be vandals, planning to break into the school. She slipped into the bushes and made her way towards the sound.
"All the teachers haven't gone home yet," the girl's voice went on. "We better cool it."
Sara peered through the shrubbery and saw four students in a little clearing. There were three boys she wasn't familiar with, but she knew the girl. Everybody knew Rhonda. She had the worst reputation in the school.
Rhonda was a short, stacked brunette with nipples like bullets. She loved to flaunt her tits, and she always wore very tight shirts and sweaters. Her favorite thing was to make boys trip over themselves in the halls as they gawked at her tits.
According to the teachers Sara had talked to, Rhonda was a nymphomaniac. Her whole world was boys. Sara wondered if that was just gossip. Now maybe she'd find out. What was Rhonda doing in the bushes with three boys?
One of the boys parted the bushes and glanced at the parking lot. "They're all gone now except for one car," he said. "It's a green VW Bug."
"That's Miss Wright's car," Rhonda said. "She's probably working late in the library. We don't have to worry about her. Those bookworms never notice anything. Now, what did you guys wanta see me about?"
The boys just looked at each other and snickered. Then they looked at Rhonda and got kind of horny-eyed. Rhonda scowled at them and tapped her foot impatiently, but the boys seemed to have lost their tongues.
"Well, come on!" she snapped. "Fred, you passed me on this note telling me to meet you here at after school. What's it all about?"
Fred, a freckled redhead, cleared his throat and said, "Well, Rhonda, we made this bet. We put some real money on it. Uh, maybe Jimmy could explain better."
Jimmy, a husky blond kid, grinned and said, "We bet on whether you'd make out with one of us."
Rhonda didn't look every impressed.
"And if I don't?" she said.
"Then I win the money," the third kid said. He was dark-haired and lean, and to Sara he looked like a hood. "I bet you'd turn us down?"
"You're a real cynic, Vince!" Rhonda laughed. "So if I get it on with Jimmy, he wins, and if I choose Fred, he wins?"
The boys nodded.
"What if I choose Vince?" she concluded. "Then both me and Fred win!" Jimmy grinned. "'Cause Vince bet you'd turn us all down."
"Jeez," Rhonda sighed, "this is pretty complicated. I wanta make sure I understand it all. What happens if I choose all of you?"
The boys gawked at her, then at each other. Obviously they hadn't considered the possibility that Rhonda would make it with all three of them. As she observed their surprise and confusion, Rhonda laughed. Sara couldn't help smiling. Rhonda had thrown the boys a curve, and they didn't know how to deal with it.
"Well, come on, fellas," she snapped, "tell me. What if I decide on all three of you?"
"Uh, well, I guess we'd have to split the money between the three of us," Jimmy said lamely.
"Uh-uh. Wrong," Rhonda said. "'Cause no matter how you cut it, there's nothing in it for me. Here's my offer. I make it with all three of you, right here and now. Then two of you split the money, and the other one takes rue to the Homecoming Dance."
Dead silence. Nobody wanted to take Rhonda to the dance because of her bad reputation. Rhonda knew that, of course, so she made her offer more interesting. She took off her shirt and bra.
"Take your time, guys," she said. "Think about it."
There wasn't much thinking going on just then. Fred, Vince and Jimmy were all gawking at her tits. She had incredible tits, that was for sure. Even without the bra, they were shaped like big melons. They were capped with large cone-shaped nipples.
Rhonda stood there without a blush, letting the boys stare. The silence gave Sara time to consider the situation. Was she going to report the kids? Hell, no. Was she going to stay and watch this little drama? Damned right.
"Well, boys?" Rhonda leered.
"I, uh, think we better have a huddle," Vince said.
Sara noticed that all three of them had hard-ons, the flies of their jeans sharply tented. As they huddled, she was rooting for Rhonda. She hoped the school bad girl would get her date for the dance. Sara knew what it was like to be an outsider.
The boys finally concluded their conference, and Jimmy said, "Okay, Rhonda, you got a deal. You make it with all of us, and then you can choose your date for the dance."
Sara caught herself just before she applauded.
She grinned right along with Rhonda. But now the really exciting part was starting. Could Rhonda really fuck three boys in a row? Could any woman do that?
Sara's curiosity was burning. There was still a lot she had to learn about sex. She was afraid to fuck even one man, and this young girl was proposing to take on three of them, one after the other.
"Great!" Rhonda grinned. "Let's get started. You decide who's gonna go first."
This started an argument between the boys, but Rhonda didn't pay any attention. She just took off the rest of her clothes. Getting out of those skin-tight jeans was quite a production, but somehow she managed it. Her skimpy bikini panties came off along with the jeans.
The boys paused in mid-argument to gawk at her naked body. Rhonda was no fashion model. She was more like a brick shithouse. She had wide curvy hips, tiny waist, and those big thrusting tits. Her bush was dark and luxuriant.
"I need a jacket," she said.
Three jackets came flying at her, and she spread them out on the ground. She lay on her back, bent her knees, and opened her legs wide. The boys stared pop-eyed at her moist and creamy red slit.
"I'm ready," she announced. "Get with it, you guys!"
"Er, I'll go," Jimmy said.
Nobody wanted to waste more time arguing, so his pals didn't object. Jimmy started shucking his clothes. His cock was so stiff, it hugged his belly. It was drooling a thick river of hot cock-juice. Rhonda eyed it and grinned.
"Oh, good," she gurgled, "you're all ready to go."
"You better believe it!" Jimmy croaked.
Naked, he got down and crawled between her legs. His pals hurried over to watch, crouching as close by as they could. Sara wished she could join them. She would have liked a better view herself.
Jimmy dropped his body on top of Rhonda's and started jerking his hips frantically. Rhonda's impatient expression indicated that he wasn't finding the target. It dawned on Sara that virgins, It wasn't just maybe the three boys were money they were after. They were desperate to lose their cherries.
"Here!" Rhonda yawned. "Let me help!" She reached between them, grabbed his stiff cock, and punched it into place, sinking it about an inch into her hot creamy cunt. Jimmy groaned. She let go of his cock-meat and jerked her hips up to take his cock the rest of the way inside.
"There," she said. "Easy, isn't it?"
Jimmy didn't answer. He had a strange expression on his face, half surprised and half delighted. His virginity was gone even before he knew it. He grinned proudly at his buddies. But Rhonda jerked her hips impatiently.
"Come on, honey, go?" she said. "I'm into it now, I wanta fuck!"
"Oh, yeah, right," Jimmy panted.
He started moving his hips, and it became vicar that he'd never done this before. He was slow and awkward. Rhonda groaned with impatience. She cupped his taut ass and started moving it for him, assisting with her hips. Without a word, she was teaching him how to fuck.
Sara paid close attention, because she needed to learn, too. Just maybe, some day she'd decided to do it herself. Rhonda got Jimmy into a good steady rhythm, then let him take over. He had the idea now. He fucked into her fast and hard, growing with excitement. Rhonda seemed satisfied at last.
"Yeah, honey, that's good," she cried. "You got it now!"
She held her legs wide open, letting him plow his hard teenaged cock into her molten depths. She began to gurgle with pleasure. Fred and Vince looked like they were about to come in their pants. Sara was feeling pretty aroused herself.
There was that all-too-familiar heat ad wetness between her thighs, that maddening urge to play with herself. Of course she could have left, gone home, and used the dildo. But she didn't want to miss Rhonda's lessons. This girl was years ahead of her in experience.
Her face was getting flushed and contorted with lust. Her hips were jerking to Jimmy's thrusts. Hot cream spurted around his pistoning cock as Rhonda creamed uncontrollably. Sara caught the girl's mounting excitement.
"Harder now, honey!" Rhonda moaned. "Give it to me just as hard as you can!"
Jimmy obeyed, and their bodice slapped loudly together. Rhonda whimpered with pleasure. Like the other girls Sara had spied on, she really loved being fucked fast and hard. She looked like she was just about coming. She arched her body and took the kid's prick to her hot pulpy depths.
"Just a little more!" she whimpered. "Awwwwww, shit, awwwwwwww!" Jimmy bawled, jetting his load into her.
"Shit!" Rhonda groaned.
Jimmy had gotten off before she could. She was left wildly horny and unsatisfied. She rode out his climax, then rolled him off her and went into a crouch. On her hands and knees, she poked out her rounded ass and wantonly displayed her wet pussy.
"Come on, come on, who's next?" she panted.
Fred, who seemed to be the most bashful of the boys, nodded at Vince. Vince dropped his pants and knelt behind Rhonda. He looked a little uncertain, but at least his target was in plain sight. He crammed his cock into her with a happy groan.
"Ahhhhhh, Jesus!" he cried.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah!" Rhonda moaned. "Get into me, Vince, give it to me good and hard!"
"You got it!" Vince rasped, probably sounding a lot more confident than he felt.
Rhonda was doing quite a job, Sara thought. Two cherries were gone in less than five minutes. The girl was a regular fucking machine. Now she clawed the jackets as Vince hammered his hard young cock into her hotly aroused cunt. Rhonda was in desperate need of a climax.
"Harder!" she hissed. "Give it to me as hard as you can!"
Vince obeyed, his face red with lust and effort. His flat belly slapped loudly against her ass. Her body shuddered with the impact of his fucking, and she had to claw the ground to keep from being knocked over.
But she was loving every second of it. She wailed and moaned, and thick rivers of cream overflowed her cunt-box and ran down her thighs. Again Rhonda was working herself up to a violent come. All she needed was a partner who could last the distance.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, great!" she moaned. "Keep doing it to me, Vince, don't stop!"
Vince's eyes were rolling, and he was breathing raggedly as he continued to give her the hardest fucking he could. Sara watched his stiff blue-veined cock hammering in and out of the girl's gushing cunt-box, and she shivered with excitement.
Could she take that kind of pounding? There was only one way to find out. But Sara still hadn't made up her mind. She'd been a prude and a man-hater for so long, she couldn't change her ways overnight or even in a few days.
Fucking scared her. It looked so rough. Yet she felt helpless mounting lust as she watched Rhonda getting fucked. She caught herself panting just as hard as Rhonda. Now it looked as if the girl was right on the verge of coming, and Sara hoped she'd get the relief she needed so badly.
"Ahhhhhhhh, fuck, aaaggghhhhh!" Vince yelled, shooting his load deep into Rhonda's hot cunt.
"Oh, fuck!" Rhonda groaned. She'd been cheated again. Vince staggered back with a satisfied groan, and Rhonda grabbed Fred. The kid never knew what hit him. Suddenly he was on his back and Rhonda was practically tearing his pants off. She straddled him and plunged her cunt down around his stiff standing cock.
"Ohhhhh, shit, yesssss!" she moaned. Fred didn't fuck Rhonda. Rhonda fucked him. She jerked her hips up and down the stiff column of his teenaged cock, moaning with need. Fred lay there goggle-eyed and bussed out, watching her huge tits bounce up and down inches from his eyes.
"Oh, shit!" he moaned. "Oh, Jesus!" Sara held her breath, hoping that Rhonda would finally get the climax she needed so badly. Sara sure as hell knew how the girl felt. She'd been waiting all day to relieve her own lusts. Rhonda jerked her hips faster and faster, working her cunt furiously around Fred's rock-hard cock.
Come on, Fred, stay in there, Sara thought urgently.
"Ooooooh, just a little more," Rhonda whimpered.
Fred's eyes rolled crazily, and his hips suddenly went into motion, jerking frantically. He was out of control, his body carrying him away, his mind on hold. With a hoarse cry, he began pumping his load into Rhonda's juicy hot cunt-box.
"Unnngggghhh, aaawwwwwww!" he bawled.
Rhonda just groaned.
"Well, you did it, Rhonda!" Jimmy grinned. "Now you can choose your date for the dance."
"I'm not choosing anybody," Rhonda pouted. "Shit, I didn't even get off yet!"
Chapter Seven
"I'm not leaving till I get off," Rhonda continued. "You guys will have to do a better job than that."
"You mean you wanta get it on with us again?" Jimmy cried.
"Right now?" Vince added.
Fred was still lying there trying to catch his breath.
"Yes, that's what I mean!" Rhonda snapped. "Jesus, you guys all got what you wanted, and I didn't get anything. Come on, Jimmy, let's go!"
"But..." Jimmy began.
That was as far as he got. Rhonda executed a neat wrestling hold and had him on the ground. He lay on his back looking surprised. She knelt between his legs, grasped his cock, and started pumping it.
"This shouldn't take long," she said grimly. "Oh, take your time," Jimmy sighed blissfully.
Sara watched and felt envious. She wished she had three horny teenaged boys to experiment with. Rhonda was using them up fast, but there always seemed to be a stiff cock available. She quickly pumped Jimmy's cock-meat into hardness.
"Yeah, that's good," she panted, leaping up to straddle the boy.
"Oh, wow," Jimmy moaned.
Rhonda crouched over him, her knees hugging his hips, and she rubbed the hot slick flesh of her pussy back and forth over the fat swollen head of his cock. He shivered with excitement. His cock began to drool.
Vince and Fred crawled closer to watch, their eyes hot and horny. Rhonda had easily convinced them to stay for another round of fun.
Sara was staying too. She just couldn't resist this chance to spy and learn.
"Go for it, Jimmy!" Rhonda cried hoarsely. "Stick your cock in me!"
"Yeah, do it, man!" Vince rasped. Shy Fred didn't say anything, but he was grinning broadly. Jimmy took aim and socked his steel-hard prick upward, impaling Rhonda on the rigid cock-shaft. He pushed deep into her, and she threw back her head and wailed.
"Oh, yeah, that's it!" she moaned. "Got in deep, baby, give me all of it!"
Jimmy was delighted to oblige. He shoved into her till only his balls were showing. Then he grasped her waist and started hammering his cock in and out of her juicy steaming cunt-box. Rhonda gurgled with lust and soaked his pistoning cock with blast after blast of hot cream.
"Unnnnnhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me," she panted. "Fuck me good and hard, and for Chrissake, make it last!"
"No problem!" Jimmy leered.
He had his second wind now, and he felt he could keep going for quite a long time. He really got off on that position, too. He could watch his thick blue-veined cock slicing up and down between Rhonda's plump pussy-lips, forcing out her cream.
He could also watch her incredible bullet shaped tits bounce heavily up and down. He could watch her lust-contorted face and see how much she was getting off on his hammering cock. It was pretty exciting stuff for a guy who'd been a virgin just a few minutes ago.
"Unnnnhhhh, Jesus," he groaned.
"Man," Vince panted, "you gonna take all day?"
"Don't rush me," Jimmy groaned. "This is too fuckin' good to rush!"
"Yeah, but we want another turn, too!" Vince grumbled.
"Don't worry about it, Vince," Rhonda said breathlessly. "I'll give you all another turn. Now shut up and let us enjoy this."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Vince grinned.
He and Fred watched wide-eyed as Jimmy's stiff cock hammered faster and faster in Rhonda's juice-squirting cunt.
From the bushes their school librarian watched, too, eaten up with envy and longing. Sara's hot pussy had ached for attention all day, but once again her satisfaction was delayed. She couldn't bear to miss this naughty little show.
"Harder!" Rhonda groaned. "Give it to me as hard as you can, Jimmy!"
Jimmy took a deep breath and gave her everything he had. She rode his cock like it was a bucking bronco. She closed her eyes tight and whimpered and whined.
Sara could tell she was right on the verge of coming.
"Ooooooh, yeah, just a little more!" she whimpered.
Jimmy was panting and red-faced, almost exhausted, but he kept pounding it to her, wanting very much to be the first guy to get her off. A second later he succeeded.
Her head lolling back in ecstasy, Rhonda convulsed and came.
"Aahhhhhh, shit, yessssss -- whaahhhhh!" she screamed.
Jimmy looked very proud of himself as Rhonda bucked and shuddered through her orgasm, but Vince looked around nervously.
Jesus, he said to Fred, "she's making so much noise, somebody might hear her."
Fred peered out of the bushes at the parking lot.
"There's still just Miss Wright's car there," he said. "She won't hear us. She's in the library."
Think again, sonny, Sara thought grimly. Miss Wright not only heard, she saw. She watched Rhonda enjoy that long body-wracking orgasm, and she just about died with jealousy. She ached to get home and play with herself to end that hot nagging sensation in her cuntslit. But the show wasn't over.
"Hey, wait, Rhonda?" Jimmy cried. "I didn't get off yet!"
"Oh, okay, honey," she said, "you can finish now."
Vince and Fred groaned. By now they were both sporting aching hard-ons. They were in no mood to wait any longer, but Jimmy seemed to have a cock-stand that wouldn't quit. Grinning, he started fucking Rhonda again, slowly and sensuously, taking his time.
"Aw, shit!" Vince spat. "We're gonna be here all night!"
Even bashful Fred spoke up.
"Can't you hurry it up, Jimmy?" he demanded. "Jeez, we want a turn, too!"
Jimmy grinned maddeningly and continued his slow fucking. But Rhonda glanced at her watch.
"Oh-oh," she said, "I gotta be home in half an hour. You're really gonna have to speed up, Jimmy!"
"And what about us?" Vince cried. "Come on, Jimmy, give us our turn or we'll pull you off her..."
"Yeah!" Fred said menacingly.
Full-scale warfare was about to break out. Rhonda quickly spoke up.
"Listen, you guys," she panted. "I know a way to get all of you off real fast. Just do what I say."
"Tell us, quick!" Vince cried.
"Okay, Vince, you come and stand in front of me," she instructed.
Vince looked puzzled, but he obeyed. By straddling Jimmy's body, he was able to stand right in front of Rhonda. His stiff teenaged cock stuck out, drooling, an inch from the girl's lips. She snaked her tongue out and started licking up the hot cream that oozed from his piss-hole.
"Oh, hey, all right," he exclaimed. "Yeah, get me off that way, Rhonda!"
Rhonda's greedy tongue was all over his fat purple cock-head. She lathered the whale thing with her hot spit. Vince soon got red-faced with excitement, and his features got contorted with lust. He wasn't complaining any more.
Poor shy Fred knelt there watching the rest of them, the only one left out of the fun. Jimmy was happily pistoning his swollen cock in Rhonda's steamy little cunt-box, and Vince moaned as her naughty tongue teased and lashed his sensitive prick-head. Fred moaned with frustration.
"What about me?" he asked.
"There's a place for you, too, honey," Rhonda panted. "Get behind me, fuck me in the ass!"
The silence was deafening. Jimmy stopped fucking her, and Vince stopped breathing. Fred just stared at her. Sara felt pretty shocked. Apparently Rhonda was the only one who didn't see anything unusual about her request.
"Well, come on, Fred, let's go!" she said impatiently. "We don't have much time."
"You want me to do what?" he croaked.
"Fuck me in the ass," she repeated distinctly. "Go on, you'll like it. But we gotta hurry!"
Fred made up his mind. The only way he was going to get off with Rhonda was to do as she said. His cock was so stiff, it didn't even quiver as he moved around to kneel behind her. He had to straddle Jimmy's legs, but he managed to get into position.
He eyed the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. His target was easy to see. But he hesitated, and Sara thought she knew why. Was Rhonda serious? Did she really want a thick hard cock in that tiny tender hole?
"Come on, Fred," Rhonda hissed, "get with it!"
Fred shrugged, pushed the fat head of his cock against the tiny opening, and started easing his prick inside. Rhonda moaned. She shivered with excitement as he worked his cock-meat deeper and deeper into her smoking little brownie. It wasn't hurting her at all. It clearly wasn't the first time she'd been ass-fucked.
"Oh, yeah," she groaned, "give me all of it, baby, fuck my ass, Fred!"
Fred went wild. He shaved his prick the rest of the way into her and started fucking her ass like crazy. He got so red with lust, Sara couldn't even see his freckles. Rhonda gurgled with delight as she took the swift hard strokes.
"That's it!" she gasped. "Now we're cooking. I want all of us to get off fast. Jimmy, fuck me harder, as hard as you can. Vince, I'll take care of you!"
She caught the big swollen head of Vince's cock between her lips and sucked his prick deep into the steam heat of her mouth. Vince yelped and almost shot his load. She caved in her cheeks and started sucking loudly and noisily on his cock-meat.
"Oh, slut, yeah!" Vince howled.
"Awwwww, Jesus!" Jimmy groaned.
"Fantastic!" Fred panted.
It was fantastic, all right. Sara could hardly believe what she was seeing. One sex-greedy little girl was taking on three lusty males at the same time. Rhonda had stiff cocks in her mouth, cunt and asshole.
Sara knew she'd never see anything more wild than this. This had to be the final chapter in her sex education, because she'd seen everything now. She might not want to do all of it herself, but at least she knew all the possibilities. She watched in total fascination as Rhonda led the three boys towards a giant mutual climax.
With her mouth crammed with cock, Rhonda couldn't say anything, but she was making plenty of ecstatic noises as she enjoyed three pricks at once. Her hips jerked to the rhythm of Fred's and Jimmy's cocks, and she sucked furiously on Vince's cock-meat.
"Mmmmmm, unnnhhhhh!" she moaned.
The boys went at her faster and faster, both of them panting and groaning with lust. Sara watched and felt molten pussy-cream gushing from her cunt and seeping through her panties. Her lust was at the boiling point. She ached for the chance to rub her clit and get herself off. It wouldn't be long now. The tangle of bodies was almost a blur, the kids were going at each other so hard and fast. Then they all erupted into one huge orgasm, Rhonda sucking up Vince's thick load while Jimmy and Fred jetted their come into her cunt and shitter.
Sara knew this was the time to go. In their wild excitement they wouldn't notice if she made any noise. She slipped out of the bushes and hurried to her car. She drove, home as fast as she could without breaking the speed limit.
Reaching her apartment, she locked the door and started throwing her clothes in every direction as she stumbled to her bedroom. She couldn't pause to be neat. She was naked by the time she reached the bed.
She stretched out on her back and spread her legs wide. She slipped a hand between her thighs and touched the fever-hot cream-soaked flesh of her cunt-gash. She began to rub the throbbing folds, moaning with relief.
"My God," she sighed, "at last!"
It seemed like she'd been horny all her life. That short encounter with Joe Rogers had burst the dam, unleashing all the hut she'd buried for so many years. Now she had more lust than she could cope with.
Whimpering with need, she rubbed her fingers back and forth over her engorged pussygash, soaking her hand with spurting cunt-juice. She could easily have gotten off that way, just by rubbing herself, but there was more exciting ways to do it.
She grasped her clit between two fingers and started molding and kneading the throbbing lump of flesh. It felt so damned good, she couldn't stop whimpering and creaming. Just a few seconds of that, and she'd come like crazy.
But there was an even more exciting way to get off. Sara fumbled in the bedside table and found the box containing the dildo Miss Hamilton had given her. She grabbed the huge fake cock and pressed the massive head against the wet and slippery mouth of her virgin pussy. She switched on the vibrator and started easing the dildo into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, God, yesssss!" she hissed.
The sex-starved young librarian sobbed with ecstasy as she filled her hungry cunt with the buzzing dildo. She worked it in as deep as she could, till it vibrated against every inch of her clinging starved cunt.
The sensation was heavenly. She realized no real live cock could feel this good. This was the ultimate in sexual pleasure, right there in her hand. She began working the buzzing fuck-tool swiftly up and down in her slippery pussy-hole.
"Yes, yes, do it to meeeee!" she wailed.
Why couldn't she masturbate without fantasizing about Joe Rogers? When she played with herself, she always imagined him on top of her, fucking her with his gigantic cock. Hell, she didn't even know how big his cock was.
Well, she couldn't make the vision go away, so she just accepted it, working the vibrating dildo faster and faster in her achingly hungry cunt. She closed her eyes tight and forgot everything else as she rocketed toward climax.
"Unnnnhhhhh, baby, yesssss!" she moaned. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"
The hot hard vibrations of the dildo triggered her climax. She felt like a delicious bolt of lightening had speared through her pussy. She came very hard, wailing helplessly as the powerful pleasure-shocks ripped through her.
"Ahhhhhh, shit -- whaahhhhhhh!" the young librarian screamed.
It was a long body-wracking orgasm, and it left her limp and temporarily satisfied. Sara knew that with the dildo she didn't need a man. Then why did she still want one?
Why couldn't she stop thinking about Joe Rogers?
Chapter Eight
The next day seemed to drag on and on. It was Friday, and Sara looked forward to a whole weekend of playing with that dildo. But she couldn't start until quitting time.
With only an hour left, she was about to go crazy with horniness. It seined that the more sex she had, the more she wanted. Her mind raced helplessly over the love-making she'd witnessed in the past week, and every single scene inflamed her lust.
She told herself that she really didn't want a man. Her mother was right, men only wanted one thing. Why bother with a relationship when she had her dildo? She could take care of herself just fine.
Yet she couldn't get Joe Rogers off her mind. She wanted to see him without his clothes. She ached to touch and explore his hard cock. Yes, she even wanted to feel his big cock inside her, cramming her cunt.
Knock it off, Sara, she told herself angrily. What was the point in longing for him, when she'd never have the nerve to approach him? She was terrified of men. She might as well just put them out of her mind for good. There was no sense in torturing herself.
"Miss Wright," one of her student assistants, said timidly, "you made a couple of mistakes when you typed this card."
Sara studied the card. She'd made a lot of typos, all right. She just wasn't concentrating on her work, and no wonder. All she could think about was the burning need in her pussy.
"Now I know it's Friday," she laughed. "My typing is shot today. I'll go shelve books instead."
She just hoped she could manage that simple task without fucking up. Her brain didn't seem to be working at all today. She wheeled a cartload of books back into the stacks and started putting them away.
Soon she heard voices. She didn't have to wonder what was going on a few aisles away. She recognized that whispering and snickering. Another pair of student lovers had decided to use the library as a place to make out.
Sara didn't even feel angry. She understood now why Miss Hamilton had never been able to stop the kids from getting it on in the stacks. There were just too many kids and they were too horny to be stopped.
She thought about just ignoring the noises, but as usual her curiosity was too great. Yesterday, spying on Rhonda and the boys, she thought she'd seen everything, but there was always a chance that she might learn something new.
She made her way slowly and quietly towards the voices. She found a good spy hole in a gap between books. In the next aisle were a girl and boy, snuggling and kissing. The boy had the girl backed up against the shelf.
"Okay, Shane, that's enough!" the girl laughed. "We have a date tonight. We can wait till then."
"I can't wait," Shane said hoarsely. "I've really got the hots for you, Heather."
Heather gave an exasperated sight. "Honey, I like you, too," she said, "but it's crazy getting it on in the library. Somebody could catch us, and then we'd really be in trouble."
"It's safe," Shane insisted. "Everybody comes back here to make out. They've been doing it for years."
"Sure, when Miss Blake was in charge," Heather said. "The poor old thing could hardly see or hear. But Miss Wright's a lot sharper."
"She's busy at the main desk," Shane said. "I checked that out before we came back here."
Sara smiled to herself. So they thought old Miss Hamilton was practically blind and deaf?
They didn't know how wrong they were, Maude Blake knew everything that went on in the stacks, and she'd gotten her entertainment that way. Now her successor was doing the same thing.
Shane nosed in for a kiss, pressing Heather against the shelf. She sighed and let him do it. He slid his tongue into her mouth and probed around, and she whimpered with arousal. She wanted him, all right, but she was still nervous about being caught in the library.
"That's enough, Shane," she said. "I'm going back to my table."
"Wait!" Shane cried. He cupped her tits through her shirt and started squeezing them.
"Oooooh, don't start doing that," she moaned.
"Why?" he grinned. "Will it get you hot?"
"I'm already hot," she sighed. "I don't wanta get any hotter. Now, let me go."
"Uh-uh!" Shane leered. "Let me get you off. I can do it real good for you."
Heather reddened. "I told you, Shane, I'm not gonna go all the way with you. Not here, not on a date. You agreed to that."
"Right," he said. "I'm not asking you to go all the way. I just wanta show you a neat way I can get you off. Come on, Heather, I know you'll love this."
As he spoke, he was lifting her skirt and tucking it into her belt. She was wearing cute bikini panties, and he ogled her pouting cunt-mound. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and started tugging them down. Heather gasped and grabbed his hands. She looked around nervously.
"Shane, you're crazy," she hissed. "I don't want to get caught like this."
"You won't," he said. "Nobody ever comes back here. It's the math section."
He dropped to his knees in front of her, taking her panties with him. He pulled them down to her ankles and stared hungrily at her cute golden cunt-bush. Heather looked both nervous and horny.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked.
"You'll see," he grinned.
He folded back the golden fur of he pussy and exposed the small hooded lump of her clit. He leaned closer, tickling the little button with his hot breath. His tongue flashed out, making direct contact with the pink nub.
"Oooooooooh!" Heather squealed.
Then she clapped a hand to her mouth, remembering that she couldn't risk much noise. Shane lashed his stiff tongue-tip up and down over her supersensitive clit, and she made muffled gurgling noises of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, honeys that feels great!" she whispered.
"I figured you'd like it," he chuckled. "Just relax and let me get you off."
Heather couldn't resist. She relaxed, leaning back against the shelf and opening her legs wider, giving Shane room to work with his tongue. He flicked the pointed the tip up and down over her clit, and she moaned with delight.
"Shit," she panted, "how come you never did this to me before, honey?"
"I was saving it!" he laughed.
Smart boy. A little more of that delicious clit-licking, and Heather would do almost anything he wanted. Sara felt almost as excited as the girl did. She imagined a big hot tongue fucking, and lashing her clit and she creamed furiously.
This was something she wanted to experience so badly. It was something she couldn't do for herself. She was no acrobat, and besides, it would be far more exciting to have a man do it for her.
Then it dawned on her -- she did need a man after all.
Sure, her dildo could get her off like crazy, and it would never fail to satisfy her. No real live cock could vibrate like that. But there was a lot more to sex than getting off with a machine.
The machine didn't have a tongue. It didn't have an exciting hairy male body attached to it. She couldn't kiss it, she couldn't lick and taste its juice. It couldn't play with her tits, and it couldn't go down on her. It couldn't begin to give her everything she wanted.
Sara watched lustily and enviously as Shane whipped his hot wet tongue over Heather's throbbing clit. Heather clutched the edge of the shelf and whimpered. Thick hot cream overflowed her cunt and ran down her thighs as her lust flamed out of control.
"Ohhhhhh baby, I love that," she moaned. "Don't stop, give me more!"
"You better believe I will," Shane replied.
It sounded to Sara as if he and Heather had been dating for quite some time, but he hadn't revealed his secret weapon till now. He was showing the girl what kind of fun she could have with him if she just let down her guard. And Heather was responding hotly.
"Harder!" she whined. "Faster!"
"Sounds like you wanta get off," Shane chuckled.
"No shit!" she moaned. "Please, honey, don't talk, just keep licking me!"
Shane did even better than that. He caught her slippery hot clit between his lips and started sucking it. Heather gasped and almost took off like a racket. Her eyes rolled, and her pretty face twisted with lust.
"Unnnnhhhh, God, that's good!" she gasped.
Sara could hear Shane's loud sucking noises, and she almost whimpered with need. Yes, she definitely needed a man, otherwise she'd never experience all this exciting stuff. She wouldn't be satisfied till she'd had her pussy eaten.
"Ooooooooh!" Heather began to squeal.
She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her shrill cries of ecstasy as she began to come. Her body shuddered and swayed, and Shane had to hold her up. Sara shivered with envy. She ached to come herself.
Thick pearly rivers of come-juice rushed down Heather's legs. She went on convulsing for almost a minute, Shane holding her up, his face buried in her cute little cunt-bush. At last she went still, and he grinned up at her.
"Oh my gosh," she breathed, "that was fantastic, honey. I sure came hard!"
"Yet, I noticed!" he chuckled. "I guess you liked it."
"I sure did," she sighed.
"Want me to do it again?" he leered.
Heather glanced around to see if anyone was nearby, and Sara ducked out of sight.
"Yes," the girl panted, "I'd love you to do it again!"
"You got it," Shane said.
Sara returned to her spy hole and watched Shane pushing Heather's legs even wider apart. He nosed between them and started lashing his tongue all over her cream-beaded cunt-slit. The girl whimpered with delight.
"Shit, that's so good!" she cried. "You've been holding out on me, Shane!"
He just chuckled. His hot tongue was all over her hot pussy, tickling and arousing. Heather clutched the edge of the bookshelf and panted.
Her lust was a lot stronger than her fear of being caught.
Shane lathered every inch of her pussy with his hot spit. Then he began concentrating on just one spot, the tiny virgin mouth of her cunt. He rimmed it with the stiff tip of his tongue. That drove Heather wild.
"Mmmmmmmm, deeper, baby!" she moaned.
She wanted his whole tongue inside her. Sara could relate to that. She watched with envy as Shane started inching his stiff tongue into the girl's dripping pussy. Heather whimpered with bliss as he crammed her cunt full.
"Ohhhhh, shit, yesssss!" she hissed.
Shane started fucking her with his tongue. Sara creamed helplessly, aching to be in Heather's place. She could easily imagine how great it would feel to have a man's big hot tongue stuffing and reaming her hungry cunt.
This was something else she had to try.
"Unnnnhhhh, ohhhhh." Heather moaned. Once again her pretty face was twisted into a lusty grimace and she was creaming helplessly, soaking the boy's face with the molten juice. Shane shoved his tongue into her as deep as it would go, making her moan, then drew back for another deep hard lunge.
"Yes, do it to meeeeee!" Heather sobbed. He gave it to her faster and faster, and she slumped back and closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the fantastic pleasure she was feeling. Just a few seconds later she covered he mouth and started giving muffled screams.
"Unnnnnhh, ooooo -- whaaahh!" she cried. The girl was coming for the second time in two minutes. Sara wasn't coming at all. She could hardly keep from groaning with frustration, she ached to be home, thrusting that buzzing dildo into her famished cunt. But as usual, she couldn't bear to miss any of the show.
"Ohhhhh, wow, sensational!" Heather sighed.
Shane stood up and dropped his pants and shorts. His hugely engorged cock stuck straight out, drooling thick gobs of cream. As he backed up against the shelf, Sara and Heather ogled his engorged cock. Sara didn't know what the girl was feeling, but personally she was very aroused.
"My turn to get off," Shane said hoarsely. Heather instantly dropped to her knees before him and stuffed his cock into her mouth. Shane groaned and got flushed as she began to suck loudly and greedily on his cock-meat. Obviously this was something she'd done before, because she was very good at it.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, baby, suck!" Shane groaned.
Sara felt her mouth watering. Of course she had no idea what cock-juice tasted like, but she found herself wanting to try it. She wanted a cock to play with, explore, lick and taste. She studied Heather's technique carefully.
The girl was running her hot juicy lips quickly up and down the fat blue-veined shaft of Shane's cock. She was suctioning the hot cream out of his prick and gobbling it. Shane was loving every second of her greedy sucking.
"Yeah, baby, that's fantastic!" he groaned.
"You're gonna get a whole mouthful in just a second."
Sara wondered what it would be like to swallow a whole mouthful of male come. She drooled again. Suddenly she just couldn't wait to find a man. That was crazy, because she didn't even know how to come onto a guy. But for the first time, she felt she could learn.
"Unnnnhhhh, Jesus -- aaaagggghhhhhh!" Shane gasped.
Heather's cheeks swelled like a balloon. As he jetted his load into her mouth, she held and savored it till her cheeks threatened to burst. Then she gulped down the huge steaming load of jizz with a greedy gurgle.
"Fantastic, baby!" Shane sighed.
Sara agreed. Everything about sex was fantastic, and there was a lot more to it than using a dildo. There was a whole world of sex which she couldn't experience unless she had a man of her own. But how would she get one?
Then she remembered Joe Rogers.
Chapter Nine
Sara slipped back to the main desk. There was only half an hour left before quitting time. She tried to keep looking cool and calm, but her heart was hammering. She'd made up her mind to go for a man.
At last the bell rang. Sara told her student assistants to go ahead and leave. She'd lock up by herself. She went around checking doors and windows and turning off lights. She waited till the school seemed to be quiet.
Locking the main door behind her, she stepped into the hall and listened. The place seemed deserted. That wasn't surprising. It was Friday, and both students and teachers were anxious to get away and start their weekend.
Now there was nobody in the building but the librarian and the maintenance man.
Sara went down the stairs to the basement. The hall was dark, but in the darkness she saw a light. She looked through an open doorway and saw Joe Rogers working to repair a light fixture. She paused and studied him. Was this really the man she wanted to take her virginity?
There wasn't much doubt in her mind. He was tall, blond, and handsome and fantastically built. Best of all, he wanted her. He'd let her know that on the first day of school. She'd turned him down, of course, but she remembered his words: "If you change your mind, I'll be waiting."
"Hello, Joe," she said.
Joe jumped and gasped. He whirled to stare at her.
"Jesus, you scared me!" he exclaimed. Then his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What are you doing here, Miss Goody-Goody?" Smiling, she walked toward him, swaying her hips and letting him get a good look at her gently bouncing tits.
She could tell he still wanted her. His dark blue eyes swept hungrily over her figure, taking in her nice long legs, curvy hips, tiny waist, and large thrusting tits. He settled his gaze on her beautiful face, looking puzzled.
"Well?" he demanded. "I'm surprised you had the nerve to come down here to my lair. Aren't you afraid I'll rape you?"
Afraid? She was hoping for it!
But Sara smiled coolly and said, "I got to thinking about what you said, Joe. Maybe I've been wrong to hate men. I'd like to find out. Maybe you can show me some of this fun you were talking about."
"You're putting me on," he growled.
"Oh, no, I'm not," Sara purred. "I'm really curious to learn. Why don't you kiss me? Maybe I'd like that."
"Miss Wright," Joe snickered, "have you been drinking?"
He just wasn't going to take her seriously. But then she didn't blame him, not after the cold way she'd rejected him. She'd told him flat out that she had no use for men or sex. Now she'd have to convince him that she'd changed.
She moved in close and snaked her arms around his neck. She rubbed her body full-length against his. His nostrils flared with excitement, especially when she pushed her cunt-mound against his fly.
"Go ahead, Joe, kiss me," she breathed.
"You won't scream for help?" he said.
"I promise," she said.
With a lusty growl he slipped his big arms around her, pressing her back and cupping her ass. He kissed her hotly, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Sara sizzled with excitement. Molten cream squirted from her cunt, soaking her panties.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned.
Joe's big hot tongue explored her mouth, exciting hell out of her. She creamed uncontrollably. She was passive for a few moments, but then she couldn't control her lust. She pushed her tongue into his mouth.
He gave a muffled groan and tightened his grip on her ass. His tongue darted lustily back and forth over hers. Sara was trembling with horniness, and her pussy was on fire with arousal. She knew she hadn't made a mistake in coming on to him.
This man ignited her. He was just the physical type she liked best, and he was forceful and sexy. For her first sexual experience, she didn't want a wimp. She wanted an animal. Joe Rogers fit the bill exactly.
At last they came up for air. Joe still seemed a little bit on guard, but he was also very excited. His handsome face was flushed, his eyes glazed with longing. Sara could see that she wasn't going to have any trouble seducing him.
"Well?" he growled. "Aren't you gonna scream and run?"
"No," she smiled. "I liked that. I'd like you to do it again."
"Lady, I gotta warn you," he rasped. "I'm not very good at controlling myself when a woman turns me on. You might be asking for more than you can handle."
Gosh, I hope so, Sara thought.
"Joe, I'm a big girl," she said. "I can take care of myself. Please, kiss me again. I'll take the consequences."
Joe couldn't resist. He kissed her even more hungrily this time, his hot wet tongue cramming her mouth. He backed her up against the wall and pressed his big hard body against hers. Her nipples swelled with desire, and she was sure he could feel the hard nubs even through her clothes.
She creamed steadily, the hot juice soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. She'd gotten wildly turned on when she spied on the kids, but she'd never been as horny as she was right now. Something about this man just turned her into a sex fiend.
As he probed her mouth with his hungry tongue, she felt a growing lump against her cunt-mound. Joe was getting a hard-on for her. That excited her even more. She rubbed her pussy against his swelling cock. But he abruptly broke off the kiss.
"Hey, easy," he panted. "You sure you know what you're doing?"
"I think so." Sara grinned. "I think I'm rubbing against your cock."
"Very smart," he laughed. "But seriously, Sara, you better be careful. I don't think you know much about men."
"I don't know anything," she agreed. "That's why I'm here -- to learn."
"Okay," he growled. "Let's see what you think of this."
He removed her mannish suit jacket and tossed it onto his work table. Then he began unbuttoning her blouse. Sara was amazed at how skillful his big fingers were. He got the blouse open and removed it. He ogled the fully packed cups of her plain cotton bra.
"You could use some sexy underwear, honey!" he grinned.
"Whatever you say, Joe," she purred. "You're the teacher."
"In fact," he went on, "if I had my way, I'd burn all those dumb suits you wear. You're a gorgeous woman, Sara. You shouldn't dress like an old maid."
He pulled the pins from her hair, and the neat little bun exploded. Her luxuriant dark hairs cascaded to her waist. Joe whistled. "Yeah, that's better!" he said.
He reached around her and unhooked her bra. There was no fumbling. This guy had been around. He was experienced and lusty, just the kind of man Sara needed for her introduction to sex. She could hardly wait for his next move.
He dropped the bra and stared at her magnificent thrusting tits. The size and shape of melons, they thrust out saucily, capped with stiff light pink nipples. For the first time in her life, Sara wasn't embarrassed by them.
"Jesus!" Joe breathed. "You've got the most gorgeous tits I ever saw."
"Why, thank you!" Sara grinned.
Her huge tits had always mortified her, but not now. Now they were attracting the man she wanted. Joe reached out and cupped her heavy hot tits, expertly molding and squeezing them. Sara leaned back against the wall and gurgled with excitement.
It was the first time a man had played with her tits, and she loved it. Her big tits were extremely sensitive, and each time Joe squeezed them, she creamed heavily and helplessly. Her tits throbbed hotly in his big hands.
"Mmmmmm, I like that," she said.
"Sara," Joe said hoarsely, "I'm warning you again. Don't push me too far."
Sara just grinned. She had her own secret plans for him. She didn't want to rush things, and she didn't want to give in too easily, but ultimately he'd get everything he wanted. For now, she liked teasing him.
Breathing heavily, Joe molded her magnificent big tits. Her stiff nipples throbbed against his palms. Sara didn't try to hide her mounting excitement. She smiled seductively at him as he fondled her tits.
Joe looked like steam was going to shoot out his ears. Sara knew she was driving him to the very edge of his self-control, but that was part of her plan. She just hoped she could control herself a little longer.
Now Joe dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her nipples. Sara gasped and shuddered. His hot wet tongue felt fantastically good on her engorged and tender nipples. Again she creamed through her panties and felt the molten liquid running down her thighs.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she gurgled.
Joe lashed his tongue back and forth between her nipples, trying to give them equal attention. Then he got a better idea. He pushed her big tits together till the rosy stiff nipples met. That way he could tongue them both at the same time.
Sara just leaned back and enjoyed it. She had a whole list of things she wanted to try with Joe, things she'd seen the kids doing. So far she liked her experiment just fine. Each touch of his searing tongue drive her wild.
Joe opened his mouth and brought his hot wet lips tight around her big swollen nipples. He started sucking them, and Sara gave a hoarse moan and a lusty shiver. She loved having her tits sucked, loved it from the very first second.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yessssss!" she breathed.
She felt him drool all over her nipples. He sucked them faster and more hungrily, making them swell up even more taut. Sara was so excited, she felt like she could come just by rubbing her thighs together.
She could have been home right now, getting off with her dildo. Did she want that? No way! This was a thousand times more exciting than playing with herself. She was fully committed to making it with this man.
Joe released her spit-soaked nipples at last and said hoarsely, "Okay, Miss Wright, how'd you like that?"
"I loved it," Sara purred. "Now there's something else I'd really love to try. If you want to do it, that is."
"Tell me," he said eagerly.
"I'd like you to go down on me," she said. Joe grinned. "Now how would a nice little librarian know about pussy-eating?"
"I read about it," she said dryly. "Do you think I'd like it?"
"Baby," he chuckled, "I can guarantee it." He moved faster than she'd expected. His hands were up under her skirt, grasping her panties and pantyhose, and then she was naked under her skirt. He lifted her up to sit on the edge of his work table.
He eased her down on her back, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and then draped her long legs over his powerful shoulders. It all happened so quickly. Suddenly her moist pink cunt-slit was fully exposed to his lusty eyes. He looked down at the puffed gleaming flesh and licked his lips.
Then his face was between her legs. Sara screamed in ecstasy as his big wet tongue contacted the supersensitive flesh of her cuntgash. Pussy-eating was even more thrilling than she'd dreamed. Joe's tongue was all over the place, raking and lashing her most sensitive places.
"Ohhhhhh, God, I love it!" she wailed.
He gave a lusty snort and whipped his tongue up and down her pussy-slit, gobbling up the tangy hot cream that spurted from her virgin cunt. It was the most heavenly sensation she'd ever known. She knew she could never get enough of it, not in a million years.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, Joe, don't ever stop!" she sobbed.
She was creaming all over his face, but she couldn't help it. Her excitement was over powering, her lust incredible. She held her legs wide open to him, offering him every tangy inch of her cream-soaked slit.
Sara closed her eyes and whimpered with bliss. Her dildo could never do this for her. She was so glad she'd chosen a real-live lover instead of that plastic fuck-tool. She just wished the wonderful sensations would never end.
Now he was zeroing in on the most sensitive spot of all. He fastened his lips around the throbbing nub of her clit and started sucking it. Sara screamed and splattered his face with her thick molten cunt-juices.
"Unnnnhhhh, God, yessss, suck meeeee!" she wailed.
His obscenely loud sucking echoed through the room. Sara kept her eyes tightly closed, blocking out everything but the hot ecstasy she was feeling. She was rocketing helplessly towards orgasm, and she knew her climax would be explosive.
"Just a little more!" she whined.
A second later it hit her. She howled and came, her body thrashing and bucking. It was the most powerful climax she'd ever had, but that didn't surprise her. She'd never had a more delicious way of getting off.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, God -- whaahhhhhhh!" she howled.
The violent orgasm seemed to go on and on. Sara sobbed with bliss. At last she went limp and panting, but Joe didn't give her any rest. He crammed his thick tongue as deep as he could into her hot little cunt and started fucking her with it.
"Yes, yessss," Sara wept, "do it to me." His tongue worked like a jackhammer in her starved little cunt, and once again she was rocketing toward climax. She'd hardly finished one orgasm, and she was about to have another. No way would she trade Joe's expert tongue for that dildo.
She arched her body to take his pistoning tongue as deep as she could get it. His face was dripping with her spurting cunt-juices. She felt another body-wracking climax exploding from the depths of her pussy. Her body convulsed violently, and she wailed with pleasure.
"You did it to meeeee, I'm cominggggg -- whaahhhhhh!" the young librarian cried.
Again the incredible climax went on and on. Sara wept and convulsed till the last spark of pleasure died away. Then she opened her eyes and looked at Joe. His jeans were bulging with a hard-on that threatened to burst free.
"Joe," she said huskily, "I've got an idea. Why don't you meet me at my apartment -- as fast as you can get there?"
"Sara," he said, "I really like your idea."
Chapter Ten
Joe followed Sara in his car. Glancing at him now and then in her rear-view mirror, Sara felt her heart pounding. This was it, her big moment. She'd definitely decided to lose her virginity.
Partly she was curious, and partly she had a big hot letch for Joe. She couldn't keep her hands off the guy. So far, sex with him had been very exciting, and she wanted to try more. She wanted to try everything.
They reached her apartment, and Sara locked the door behind them. Joe gave her a bear hug, almost breaking her ribs, and then kissed her, driving his hot tongue deep into her mouth. Sara knew she hadn't made a mistake. She creamed helplessly.
Then Joe drew back and looked very seriously at her.
"Let me get this straight," he said. "You've never been with a man before?"
"I've never even dated." Sara grinned.
"Why in hell not?" he asked.
"It's the way I was brought up," she sighed. "My folks taught me that sex is dirty and evil. I was afraid to try it. I thought I hated men."
"Terrific!" Joe snarled.
"I might have gone on that way if I hadn't met you," Sara concluded. "But you got me interested. I hope I made the right decision."
"You did," Joe declared, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.
Sara was nervous but determined. If she was ever going to get it on with a man, this was the time. Nobody could have turned her on more than Joe did. He set her down by the bed and started taking her clothes off.
"I'm a big girl," she laughed. "I can do that myself."
"Yeah, but it's more fun this way."
Sara didn't argue. He was the one with the experience, and she was going to let him take the lead in everything. He deftly removed her clothes and stood there staring at her fantastic naked body. Somehow she didn't feel like blushing.
Then she understood that he was waiting for something, and it didn't take her long to figure out what it was. She pulled off his t-shirt, uncovering his massive hairy chest, and then she reached for the zipper of his pants.
Joe was flushed with excitement and breathing hard as she undressed him.
"You know," he said, "I don't think I've ever made it with a virgin before."
"And I thought you'd done everything," Sara teased.
"Oh, don't worry," he laughed, "I can handle it."
Sara certainly hoped so. She helped him out of his shoes, socks, pants and shorts, and she gawked at his massive cock. He still had that hard-on, and his prick was the biggest she'd ever seen. Would she really be able to take that monster in her tiny virgin pussy?
Joe must have been reading her mind.
"Easy," he said. "I'm not gonna rush you. We'll just take our time and make it right for you."
Sara cast him a grateful look, and they slipped onto the bed. Joe began by kissing and caressing her, warming her up. It sure didn't take much. She loved rubbing her naked body against his, and his steamy tongue-kisses drove her wild with longing.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned.
Joe slid a hand between her legs and skillfully massaged the wet swollen flesh of her cunt. Sara creamed all over his fingers. Her natural horny instincts took over, and she rubbed her hungry pussy back and forth over his hand.
"You're getting me so hot, honey," she moaned.
"Good," he grinned, "the hotter, the better."
While he played with her pussy and built her lust to the boiling point, she reached down and touched a cock for the first time. It was enormous, hard and hot. It throbbed lustily under her fingers as she petted it. Thick juice oozed from his piss-hole, and Sara dabbed some up on the tip of her finger and licked it.
"Mmmmm!" she gurgled.
She liked the taste of cock-juice, all right. She wanted a lot more of it, but that could come later. Right now the most important thing was to get rid of her cherry. Twenty-three years was a damned long time to wait for that.
Joe's hand was soaked with her scorching cunt-juices, and her pussy burned against his exploring fingers. He must have decided she was ready, because he eased her onto her back and bent and spread her legs.
Sara shivered with nervousness and lust. She ached to go all the way with him, yet she was scared that his enormous cock would split her in two. He eased himself on top of her, and she felt the massive head of his prick pressing against the mouth of her untried cunt.
"Ready?" he asked hoarsely.
"I-I think so," she panted.
He slid his hand under her ass and firmly grasped the round hot globes. He pressed his huge hard cock-head deeper into her moist cunt opening, and it felt like he was pushing a baseball bat into her cunt. But Sara vowed not to chicken out. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders and kept quiet.
Slowly, gently, but steadily, Joe cased his wrist-thick cock into her untried pussy-hole. Sara barely kept from whimpering with worry. She was positive that her tiny pussy couldn't take his monstrous steel-hard prick.
Joe felt her tension and whispered, "This may sound crazy, but relax as much as you can."
Sara tried it, and it worked. If she reined her tensed cunt-muscles, his cock went in a lot easier. Now she knew she could take it and not be hurt. She made her cunt limp and yielding, and Joe's huge prick glided to her womb.
"There," he panted, "You got it all now, honey!"
"I do?" Sara squeaked. "I'm not a virgin any more?"
"That's right!" Joe grinned. "And I just took my first cherry. Jesus, you're the tightest I ever fucked."
"I don't want to hear about your past conquests," Sara sniffed. "I just want you to fuck me."
"No problem," he laughed. "Now I'll start out slow and get you used to it. I won't speed up till you're ready."
He sounded cool and confident, but it cost Joe Rogers a lot to stay calm. Sara's exquisitely tight cunt was driving him wild with lust. He wanted to hammer his cock into her as hard as he could. It was hell restraining himself. But he didn't want to hurt her, either.
He'd had the hots for the new librarian from the second he first saw her. There was something about this prim, shy, but beautiful woman that just drove him wild. He wanted to turn her into a tigress in bed.
Well, he could do it, but he'd have to be very careful and skillful. He had to make her first fuck totally satisfying and very exciting. It was going to take all his experience and self-control, but the results would be worth it.
Cupping her hot little ass, he fucked into her slowly, deeply and sensuously. Sara shivered and whimpered as she felt a hard cock moving inside her for the very first time. He could tell she hadn't decided if she liked it or not.
He rubbed his stiff shaft up and down over her clit, doubling her pleasure. She began to respond. She moaned, and he felt a squirt of scalding cream around his cock. Good -- the more she creamed, the easier their fucking would be.
"Starting to like it?" he rasped.
"Yes, I think so," Sara moaned.
It was still pretty scary having that big cock, inside her, but it was feeling better and better. She started to get little jolts of pleasure each time he touched bottom, and it felt really good when his shaft rubbed her clit.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" she cried.
She creamed some more, and the hot juice made her tiny cunt more slick and easy to fuck. Joe snorted with excitement and did it to her a little faster. She could take it now. She knew she wasn't going to be hurt.
"Yes, yes," she panted, "that's good, honey! You can fuck me faster now!"
Joe was delighted to oblige. It was all he could do to hold back his raging lust. He wanted to pound it to her, he wanted to fuck her brains out. But he only speeded up a little, knowing her freshly deflowered pussy couldn't take a real hard battering.
Sara whimpered and clawed at his shoulders. She nibbled his neck and stuck her tongue in his ear. She was responding just fine. More and more molten cream deluged his slowly pumping cock. Then her hips started to move, instinctively keeping time with his cock.
"Ohhhh, yessss!" she gurgled. "It's feeling really good now, Joe."
"It sure the hell is!" the big man groaned. Sara knew she was going to love fucking. Joe was very gradually speeding up his movements, and she liked that. Her horny hips kept the pace, jerking lustily. She arched her body up to take his cock as deep as she could get it. She loved being crammed full of that throbbing hard column of cock-meat.
"Yes, fuck it to me, baby," she whimpered, "don't stop!"
Joe could go as hard and fast as he wanted to now. She was ready. But he had another problem. He was so insanely turned on, he was about to come. He wondered if he could hold out long enough to make her climax.
He pulled her tighter against him and rubbed his shaft firmly and steadily over her squirting clit. Sara sobbed with pleasure and soaked his cock and balls with an enormous flood of sizzling cream. Yes, she was ready for the hardest fucking he could give her.
"Do it to me, fuck meeee!" she snarled.
Joe spun out of control fucking her like a pile driver. Their bodies slapped loudly together, and Sara kept her body arched to take his jackhammering cock to her fiery depths. She rubbed her clit greedily against his jerking cock-shaft.
"Unnnnhhhh, God, I love it!" she wailed. "Fuck me forever, Joe, don't stop!"
"Honey, I wish I could," he groaned, "but I can't hold out much longer."
Sara got the message. If she wanted to came, she'd better do it fast. Her instincts told her what to do. She tightened her cunt as much as she could around his hard-driving cock-shaft, and the red-hot friction carried her quickly and easily to the brink of orgasm.
"Awwww, Jesus, take my load, baby -- awwwww!" Joe suddenly bawled.
"Yessss, ahhhhh -- whaahhhhh!" Sara screamed.
She was taking her first load of steaming jizz, and it had triggered her own orgasm. She and Joe rocked and writhed together for long delicious moments. It was a new way to come, and Sara found it was the best way of all.
Sure, she could get off like crazy with her dildo, but she loved being with a man. She loved feeling Joe's hard hairy body pressing her down, his cock throbbing inside her. It was a lot more exciting and satisfying than getting off alone.
He raised his head and grinned at her. "Well?" he said. "Are you sorry?"
"Yes," Sara pouted.
"Huh?" he exclaimed. "Why?"
"Because now I'm hooked," she said, beginning to grin. "You've turned me into a sex maniac. I'll never be able to get enough."
Joe looked both amused and worried.
"Yeah," he said, "now I suppose you'll wanna try this with other guys."
"Oh, no," she assured him, "one man is plenty for me, and you're just right. Now let me do something for you, honey."
"Sure, what?" Joe asked.
Sara didn't answer. She just wriggled out from under him and rolled him onto his back. She wriggled between his massive hairy thighs and fisted his cock. She started pumping it, then dipped her head down and stuck out her tongue.
"Oh, yeah!" Joe snorted.
Her hot little tongue was all over his cock, lashing and licking and exploring. Sara knew she loved having her pussy eaten, and she loved fucking, but there was one thing she hadn't tried yet. Now she was completing her introduction to love-making.
She licked and lashed every inch of his cock till it glowed with her hot spit. She pumped the thick column of cock-meat, feeling the hard core inside. Joe lay back and watched her with a big horny grin.
"How'd you learn to do that?" he chuckled. "I read about it," Sara lied. "I'm a librarian, remember?"
She wasn't about to tell him that she'd been spying on student lovers. She whipped her tongue even faster around his huge cock, and he snorted with excitement. His prick began to grow in her fist, forcing her fingers farther and farther apart. It excited hell out of her to feel his cock-meat swell.
Now his cock was standing up rigid, so bloated that it looked ready to explode. Thick cream oozed from his piss-hole, and Sara stabbed up the tasty juice with the tip of her tongue. She rolled the salty juice around in her mouth, savoring it, then gulped it down greedily.
"Mmmmm, uuuunmm!" she gurgled.
She wanted a lot more of his cream, and she knew how to get it, thanks to her spying. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she slid her wet lips down around his massive cock, taking in as much as she could. Joe shivered and groaned.
"Jesus, yeah, suck it!" he cried.
The lusty young librarian didn't need an invitation. She caved in her cheeks and started sucking ravenously on his engorged prick. She suctioned the thick hot cream out of his cock and gobbled it. Joe watched her in amazement.
"You're something else, baby," he croaked. "I think you got a natural talent for this!"
Sara just gurgled and sucked. She could never get enough of her man's tasty cream. She sucked steadily faster and harder, and Joe's eyes rolled back in his head and his face twisted into a grimace. He spun out of control and started fucking her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, get ready to eat it!" he groaned. Sara drooled at the thought. She sucked as fast as she could, and a second later she felt the sharp hot sting of fizz against the back of her throat.
"Awwwww, shit, yeah -- aaaagggghhhh!" Joe bellowed.
He filled her mouth again and again with his steaming-hot come. Sara gulped every precious drop of it. Then at last he slumped back with a satisfied sigh, and his wet prick slipped from her lips.
"You're fantastic, you know that?" he grinned. "This may be a little premature, but how about marrying me?"
