Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

Miss Kay White, head librarian of Ferndale High School, flushed slightly as she studied the new sex-education text destined for use in the tenth grade. No one had been that explicit about screwing when she was a teen-ager. Perhaps it was a good thing, though. If she'd known then what she knew now, she might have saved herself a lot of trouble.

Kay White was twenty-eight and single. From the time she could talk and ask questions, her mother had put her off about sex, except to tell her that it was "evil" and that men "want only one thing from a woman". Kay grew up so shy and frightened of men that she'd hardly even dated in high school and college, and had never gotten close enough to a boy to encourage a serious courtship. So here she was, close to thirty, and without a man of her own.

Once the fact had only bewildered her, but now it obsessed her. Her own biology was beginning to catch up with her, making her toss and turn in her lonely bed at night. Miss Kay White was plainly and simply horny.

Not that she would have used that word for it. Kay knew exactly what her trouble was, because she was a well-educated young woman and had long ago made up for her ignorance about sex. She simply wouldn't have used the word "horny", that was all. Kay was also a lady.

She raised her large dark eyes from the sex-education textbook and glanced at her student helper, Danny. She hungered for his slim but muscular body, but she didn't think of herself as horny. She considered herself deprived.

It was a ludicrous fact, considering Miss White's stunning figure and face. Tall and long-legged, she was the kind of woman who made men turn in the streets and gawk.

Her tiny, firm waist blossomed out into trim, flowing hips, and her tits were larger than average but quite firm and jutting. Her face was that of a haughty Spanish noblewoman – olive-skinned, full lips in a sensuous pout, great dark eyes with heavy black lashes. Her raven-black hair was thick, shiny, and abundant, cascading to her waist.

It would have been difficult to believe that this woman had only been fucked once in her whole life.

Kay often thought back to that incident, the loss of her virginity. It was in her freshman year of college, when she was still very ignorant about sex and terribly afraid of men.

A senior class boy named Vic, ruggedly handsome and a first-string member of the football team, had taken a strong interest in her and had finally persuaded her to walk across campus with him for a Coke. Or so he'd told Kay. It seemed safe and innocent enough to her, and she'd been rather excited about it. Vic was very attractive and popular, and she felt flattered that he wanted to date her.

He picked her up at her dorm one evening just as the sun was going down, and they had strolled across the wooded campus at a discreet distance from each other. Kay could hardly remember, ten years later, what they had talked about, it was so commonplace. She could only recall that they were chatting innocently, passing a thick grove of trees, when Vic suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into the woods. She'd been so surprised, so taken off guard, that she hadn't uttered a sound until he had her pinned down on the mossy ground.

He was breathing hard, and his body felt very heavy and sweaty to her. He had a strange glazed look on his face as he lay over her, and his big hands were fumbling with her sweater, trying to push it up over her big, firm tits.

Young and naive, Kay required almost a full minute to understand what was happening. Then her mother's words came back to her: "Men want only one thing from a woman." Kay knew vaguely that Vic wanted to screw her, and she was terrified. "Vic, no!" she gasped. "Please let me go!"

"Aw, don't give me that bullshit," Vic growled. "You can't be that dumb."

"Dumb?" said Kay. "I don't understand. You said we were going to take a walk."

Vic laughed harshly. "Shit, you really are dumb. Well, let me explain it to you, baby. I can date any girl on campus, and I can fuck most of them – so I don't waste time taking freshmen out for Cokes. If I date a nobody like you, it's for a piece of ass. Now, let's cut the crap and get on with it."

Kay gawked at him. It couldn't be true, she thought. It couldn't be happening to her. But his big sweaty hands told her that it was – as he violently wrenched her sweater up high over her bra and exposed the swelling mounds of her full tits. Kay gasped again and tried to push his hands away, but he was far too strong for her. He only growled and seized both her wrists in one huge paw.

With his free hand Vic reached behind her and expertly unhooked her demure white cotton bra. He jerked it off her, breaking the straps, and tossed it away. Kay blushed deep red. No one, not even her mother, had ever looked at her mature tits before.

Vic was looking, and there was awe in his eyes. "Holy shit!" he breathed. "You got the nicest pair of boobs I ever saw."

They were "nice", all right. Size 40-D and as full and firm and pointy as in any man's lustiest fantasy. They were dream tits, Playboy tits, creamy and swelling with life and topped with big, light-brown nipples.

Vic gave a growl of lust and began pawing her tender jugs, kneading and molding the big knockers hungrily. Again Kay blushed in humiliation. She knew it was wicked to let him handle her tits, and yet he was so heavy, so powerful that she couldn't fight him off.

Naively Kay lay there, hoping that all he wanted was to play with her boobs. She closed her eyes while he pawed them, then flinched as she felt his hot sweaty face pressing against her lush, full tits. She gasped as Vic began to suck on one of her nipples, suck like a baby. It seemed very wicked to her, unnatural.

"Please, Vic, don't!" she cried. "That's not right!"

He didn't even reply. He sucked her tender brown nipple till it went taut and bumpy with the friction of his lips and tongue, and then he did the same thing to her other nipple.

Kay lay there paralyzed with shame, yet she was also beginning to feel something else. She found a certain pleasantness in having his big hot body pressed close to hers, in having his powerful arms around her. His sucking of her nipples, while wicked and embarrassing, was not painful. On the contrary, it did strange things to her.

She felt little stabs of pleasure bursting from her sensitive nipples as he sucked them, and, inexplicably, a growing warmth in her crotch. This was the most embarrassing thing of all.

Soon her pussy was beginning to feel absolutely hot and wet. That hole her periods came from – that hole was beginning to leak hot cream, wetting the crotch of her panties. She felt the impulse to move her hips in a rhythmical way, to embrace Vic and pull him closer to her. She couldn't understand any of this.

Vic at last finished playing with her tits or, rather, seemed to lose interest in them. Panting harshly, he reached for the hem of her skirt and began tugging it upward. Kay gasped and seized his hand, trying to stop him. She knew this was wrong. She was not to let any boy look under her skirt. Vic batted her hand away as if it were a fly.

It hurt when he hit her, and Kay shrank back. Vic pushed her skirt up to her waist, uncovering her demure white panties, and his breathing became even louder and rougher. To Kay's horror, he seized her panties and began tugging them down over her curved hips. She didn't like to create scenes or draw attention to herself, but now there was only one thing to do – she must scream for help.

Her scream was barely started when Vic clapped a huge sweaty hand over her mouth. His face was red with rage.

"Now, listen, and listen good, you little bitch," he hissed. "You just lie there and keep quiet, or I'll kill you. You got that? Take your fucking like a good girl, and keep quiet – or else!"