Nick Eastwood: Hot, licked librarian

"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?

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.