Nick Eastwood - Hot, licked librarian

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].

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.