Nick Eastwood - Horny licking librarian

Nobody was going to change Alice.

But now he had a willing partner, and he could hardly wait to get his first taste of pussy cream. Standing at the end of the desk, he dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick the librarian's hot little gash. At the very first touch of his tongue, Polly gasped and squealed with delight. A hot spurt of cream from her cunt told him she wasn't faking her excitement.

"Oh, yeah, John, lick me all over," she moaned.

That was exactly what he did. He used his big hot tongue to explore every inch of her juicy hot slit. Polly closed her eyes and lay there gurgling in bliss. It was hard to imagine a more heavenly sensation than having a guy just take his time and lick her whole pussy.

"Unnnnhhh, God, I love it," she gurgled.

John knew that already, because she was soaking his exploring tongue with rush after rush of tangy-tasting cuntal juice. He was already hooked on the stuff, and he used the stiff tip to scoop up every drop.

Finally he paused for breath, leering down at Polly.

"I read a sex manual once," he confessed. "I'd like to test out their instructions for oral sex."

"Please, be my guest," Polly giggled.

Remembered that book very well, because he often read it while jacking off, pretending he was doing all those exotic things to some eager young woman. Now he'd see just how well the techniques worked. He folded back the dark-furred lips ofher pussy and isolated the tip of his tongue to the wet bed and began to stimulate it in a swift circular motion.

"Oooo, John, that's wild," Polly squealed.

"You like it?" he leered.

"I love it," she moaned.

That twirling tongue tip gave her a continual buzz of pleasure of pleasure and made her cream non-stop. The molten liquid overflowed her cunt and gushed down the crack of her ass to puddle on the desk beneath her. She gripped the sides of the desk and moaned with excitement as John drilled the stiff wet tip of his tongue into her swelling joy button. Her clit got its own tiny hard-on, getting engorged to the point of explosion.

"Ohhhh, John, you're gonna make me come," she gasped.

John was delighted with the success of his technique. He wanted to try something else the book had suggested. He caught her pulsating clit between his lips and started sucking on it. Polly squealed and almost flew off his desk. She soaked his bobbing chin with a huge rush of molten cream.

"Ohhhh, honey, yess," she cried, "suck me off."

His sucking was obscenely noisy, and that heightened her arousal. She closed her eyes tightly and arched her pelvis up, greedily pressed her joy button against his sucking lips. She felt the hot pleasure building rapidly in her pussy till she could hardly contain it. Thick floods of cream gushed down the cleft of her ass.

"Suck me, honey, suck meeee!" she squealed.

As John eagerly sucked her clit and gulped her tangy cream, he was getting another hard-on. Alice hadn't had that effect on him in years, but this lusty librarian was driving him wild. Her soaked pussy was hot as fire against his face, and her little clit was throbbing violently between his lips. She was moaning steadily and hoarsely.

"Ohhhh, fuck, I'm gonna come," she whimpered. "Suck, me good and hard now, John, don't stop."

He gave her what she wanted, sucking fast and loud on her wildly pulsating joy button, and she sobbed with pleasure. Just a few seconds later she stiffened, gasped and then drenched his face with an enormous flood of come-cream, her body writhed and bucked.

"You did it, I'm coming!" she howled. "Ohhh, fuck, whaaahhhh!"

John couldn't keep his lips on target, she was writhing so much. He straightened up and watched her come, his big cock wagging stiffly and lewdly before him. It bulged with blue veins and dripped hot cream. It was the first thing Polly saw when she opened her eyes again.

"Fuck me, John," she leered, "stick that big thing in me."

With a horny growl, John lifted her long shapely legs and draped them over his strong shoulders. He cupped her hot little ass and guided her forward, onto the rigid impalement of his lust-engorged prick. She whimpered and creamed as he filled her with the throbbing slab of meat. Too horny to be gentle, he started fucking into her like a pile driver.

"Unnnnhhh, yes, you big bastard, fuck me hard," she moaned, "fuck the living shit out of me."

Every one of those naughty words was enough to get her fired from Hardwick School, but John wasn't about to report her. Right now he thought the school rules sucked. Blissfully he hammered his stiff cock in her boiling little cunt, delighted to be fucking a woman who responded passionately. The horny librarian was the exact of his wife.

"You like it?" he leered down at her. "Am I fucking you good, Polly?"

Her eyes rolled shut, and she lost herself in the hot pleasure she felt as his pile-driving cock pounded relentlessly in her cunt. She arched her body to take his meat as deep as she could get it. Then she felt a violent explosion in the depths of her twat that flamed out to engulf her whole body.

"Ohhh, honey, I'm coming, oohhhh!" she moaned.

"Fuck, shit, unnnngghhhh!" John roared, exploding his jizz into her womb.

Polly gurgled in ecstasy as the groaning math teacher sizzled his load into her. She wouldn't have to worrry about John Martin reporting her to the headmaster. Her secret was safe, and now she had three horny males to keep her lust satisfied. Between Jeff, Robbie and John, she could get all the fucking she needed.

Of course that didn't mean she was going to stop seducing men. The more, the merrier, as far as Polly was concerned.

It wasn't till Saturday morning that Polly realized she hadn't made any plans for the weekend. She groaned as she thought of spending two whole days without a man. It had been really dumb of her not to arrange a date with somebody.

As she showered, she debated about what to do. She groaned as she thought of spending two whole days without a man. It had been really dumb of her not to arrange a date with somebody.

As she showered, she debated about what to do. She couldn't call John at home, because he was married, and she couldn't call Robbie because he was just a kid and his folks would wonder why the school librarian was phoning him. That left only Jeff, and he'd already mentioned that he didn't have a phone.

"Shit," Polly muttered.

Just thinking about her lovers had made her horny, and by the time she got out of the shower she was burning with need. Unfortunately the only thing she could do about it was to beat off.

Thanks to her poor planning, there was no man around to help her out.

She didn't want to beat off. She wanted a man. Playing with herself could be a whole lot of fun, of course, but when it came right down to it, it was no substitute for a big hard cock. Polly just tried to get her mind off sex entirely. She dawdled through breakfast, did some housework, went shopping. Nothing helped.

She was just about to give up and masturbate when her doorbell rang.

She raced to answer it, and there was Jeffrey Taylor on her front porch, looking timid but eager. Before he could say a word, Polly had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside, slamming the door behind them.

"Jeff, thank goodness, you're here," she cried, "I'm so horny I could scream."

"You are?" he asked happily. "Gosh, Polly, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go see a movie or maybe go out to dinner or something."

"We don't have to bother with that," Polly said, rubbing up against him. "Let's just get it on. Is that okay with you, Jeff?"

"Oh, wow, is it ever," he sighed.

Polly kissed him and darted her tongue into his mouth. She rubbed her pouting swollen mound against his fly. His response was instant and helpless. She felt his cock swelling into a big rock-hard lump in his pants. That was exactly what she was after, and she purred with anticipation.