Nick Eastwood: Horny licking librarian

Well, she'd just worry about that later. Right now the important thing was to relieve her powerful desire and get back to work. Following her natural horny instincts, she rubbed her clit faster and faster. Her head lolled back against the wall, and she closed her eyes tightly, blotting out everything but the delicious sensations she was giving herself.

In another minute she was teetering on the edge of orgasm, and she knew she could bring herself off. She caught her soaked joy button between thumb and forefinger, and she gave it a firm lingering squeeze. It was just like pressing a magic button.

"Oooooo, shit, I'm coming, ooooooo!" the horny librarian wailed.

She came and came. Standing there with her molten come-juices pouring down her legs, her body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. Polly knew she was going to need good, regular sex from now on. Her hot need wasn't going to go away. But she was working at the most puritanical school in the country. How was she going to find a man?

Polly thought long and hard about her dilemma that evening when she returned to the neat little house she was renting. She knew she'd go crazy if she didn't find a lover soon, but the question was how to find one. Hardwick School didn't seem to offer any candidates.

On the other hand, Polly thought, she couldn't be the only person in the whole school who was horny. There had to be some guy there who was secretly dying to get laid and he was the guy she wanted. But she couldn't very well advertise on the bulleting board. "Horny librarian seeks well-hung sex partner" – no, that just wouldn't do.

All she could do was check out each man she met and see if he was interested. She decided to start with the assistant librarian, Jeffrey Taylor. He was a couple of years younger than she was, a very shy and puritanical young man. If he was interested in sex, he sure was good at hiding it. But Polly was determined to find out. She had to start somewhere, and she knew Jeffrey better than any other male at the school.

The next day she wore her long hair down instead of in her usual prim bun. She wore a short skirt that showed off her nice legs, and she wore a tight-fitting sweater that accented her big thrusting tits. As she walked into the library she noticed a couple of male students flashing her quick appreciative glances. Too bad they were so young.

"Good morning, Jeffrey," she purred.

He looked up from his desk and stared at her, eyes travelling quickly to her large firm tits, then darting away again. "Uh, good morning, Miss Prentiss," he stammered, getting a little red in the face.

"Oh, please, call me Polly," she said, leaning close to him. "After all, we're going to be working together every day, so we might as well be friends, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am – I mean, Polly," he breathed.

He was attracted to her, all right. He tried to disguise it, but Polly could tell. Now question was, was she attracted to him? Robert Redford he wasn't. He was slender, wimpy, with plastered down hair and rimless glasses. But Polly told herself that none of this mattered as long as he had a hard cock and was ready for some fun.

She spent the rest of the day trying to turn him on. She brushed against him whenever she could, leaned low over his desk so he could see down her neckline, and when she talked to him she stroked his arm.

By quitting time the poor guy was practically panting every time she came near him. Polly figured it was time for her big move.

"Jeffrey," she said, "there's a number of books I want to take home, and I can't carry them all. Could I persuade you to bring some over to my house in your car?"

"Oh, of course, Polly," he said eagerly.

Polly grabbed a pile of books and thrust them into his arms. She drove home with him following her, getting more excited by the second. Her horniness was back in full force, even though she'd masturbated several times yesterday. She needed a stiff cock urgently. She just hoped of Jeffrey was prepared to take on the job.

He followed her into the house, carrying the load of books, and Polly had him set them on the dining room table.

"Thank you, Jeffrey," she purred, "you're an angel. Can I offer you a drink?"

"A glass of milk would be fine, Polly," he said.

Oh, terrific, Polly thought. But she smiled as she brought the milk, and she said, "Just make yourself comfortable in the living room, Jeffrey, and I'll be right with you."

She went to her bedroom and stripped naked. Then she took a nearly sheer black negligee from the closet and put it on, no bra or panties underneath. If that didn't give Jeffrey the right idea nothing would.

She strolled back into the living room, and when he saw her, his mouth dropped open and he nearly spilled his milk.

"Mmmmmmm, that's better," Polly purred as she sat down next him on the couch. "It's nice to get out of my work clothes."

Jeffrey's eyes were locked helplessly on the dark outline of her bush.

He stared and stared, and Polly began to wonder if he was even breathing. Finally, though, he gave her a big sigh and sat aside his milk glass. He cleared his throat, started to say something, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"I'd better leave, Polly," he said hoarsely. "I'm beginning to have wicked thoughts."

Polly was delighted, "Oh, are you, Jeffrey?" she said. "Tell me about them."

She slid a hand onto his knee and gave a squeeze. His eyes got huge.

She began inching towards his crotch. The closer she got to his cock, the harder he blushed. But he didn't protest or try to move away. And best of all, Polly noticed a growing bulge at his crotch.

"You don't have to be afraid with me, Jeff," she purred. "I'd just love to hear about your naughty thoughts. What's on your mind right now?"

"You-you won't tell anybody?" he asked hoarsely.

"Of course not," Polly smiled, "I could get in trouble, too. So this will just be our secret. Now tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking I'd like to take your clothes off," he admitted, blushing even harder.

"Why, Jeff, what an exciting idea," Polly cooed. "Go ahead."

He gawked at her for a second, as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. But his lust was too strong to be ignored. The bulge at his fly was enormous now, his cock fully engorged. He gave a low horny growl and reached for the belt of her negligee. He fumbled it open, drew the filmy gown aside, and gawked at her naked beody. Polly shivered with excitement and creamed heavily.

"You're beautiful, Polly," he sighed.

"Let me give you a better look, Jeff," she smiled.

She stood up and shrugged the gown off, letting it drift to the rug.

Jeff's eyes travelled hungrily up and down her tall, big-titted body.

She motioned him to stand up, and he did. She began to undress him. He was still blushing like mad, but he wasn't resisting anything she did or suggested.

The guy acted like a prude, but so did everybody else at Hardwick School that was how they kept their jobs. Now Polly was discovering that beneath Jeffrey Taylor's puritanical act there was a perfectly normal, horny guy. She was very relieved to find that out, because her need for a man was reaching the boiling point.

It took awhile to strip off Jeff's three-piece suit, but finally she had him down to his shorts, which were fiercely tented by his stiff cock. Polly paused and looked him over. Then she carefully removed his rimless glasses and set them aside. That improved his looks a hundred per cent. She inched down his shorts and helped him step out of them.

On her knees, removing the shorts, she let her eyes drift up slowly for her first glimpse of cock in over a month. She burned with lusty excitement when she saw his absolutely rigid prick. It hugged his belly and drooled glistening cream. Polly wanted that rock hard fuck tool in her cunt so badly, she could have screamed. Her fingers trembled as she fisted his hot throbbing boner.