Nick Eastwood - Hot, licked librarian

"Yes, baby, I love it!" she whimpered, "Don't stop, Joe, keep fucking me!"

Anybody watching her would have thought she was nuts, of course. The lovely brunette lay all alone on her bed, working that obscene object in her cunt and moaning to an imaginary lover. But to Sara it made perfect sense.

On account of her shyness and prudery, she'd probably never have a man of her own, but thanks to Miss Blake she had one of the most important parts!

Yes, it was a very thoughtful gift, and Sara was loving it more by the second. She worked the huge fake cock harder and deeper in her seething cunt, her greedy cunt expanding to take it.

She imitated the hard horny rhythm Gary had used when he fucked Pam, and that felt terrific.

"Ohhhhh, shit, yesssss!" she wailed. "Fuck it to me, Joe, fuck me forever!"

Totally caught up in her lusty fantasy that she was fucking the maintenance man, Sara kept her eyes tightly closed and pistoned the dildo deep and hard in her flooded pussy. Dizzily she remembered that she hadn't tried that little button at the base. She switched it on and [missing text].

"Ooooooh, my God – aaahhhhhhhh!" she cried.

The dildo was throbbing and buzzing in her pussy, greatly intensifying her pleasure. She kept working it up and down, enjoying the cramming sensation and the delicious vibrating action. Her cream overflowed and puddled on the bed beneath her.

"Ohhhhhh, I can't believe this!" she gasped.

It was even better than playing with herself. Miss Blake was really on to something. Slowly but steadily Sara tightened her starved cunt around the humming dildo, getting all the hot friction she could. She had a hunch she was going to come like a bomb.

It happened just a few seconds later. There was a violent explosion of pleasure in the fiery depths of her cunt, and then the orgasm was shaking her whole body. The dude went on vibrating, making her climax doubly intense. She couldn't help screaming hoarsely as she came and came.

One hot orgasm followed another. Sara hungrily went with it, gorging herself on climaxes. After all, she had years to make-up for, years in which she'd denied herself a normal sex life. All the bottled-up lust had to be satisfied.

At last, totally drained, she switched off the dildo and drew it from her smoking pussy.

"Thanks, Miss Blake," she sighed. "That's the nicest present I've ever had."

When she reported for work the next day, Sara had vowed to clean up her act. No more spying on people, and no more hanky-panky in the library, that was her vow.

She really was ashamed of herself for spying on Pam and Gary, and she knew she should have reported them to the principal right away. She was the head librarian, and she hadn't done her job.

Looking grim, she started shelving books. It wasn't long before she heard whispers from far back in the stacks. She made her way silently toward the sounds.

Pecking out from between the books, she saw a boy and girl standing in the next aisle grinning at each other. The boy pulled the girl to him and kissed her. Sara reddened with annoyance.

The library may have been a favorite necking place in Miss Blake's day, but Sara wasn't going to stand for it. This was a place to study, not to make out. Her anger grew as she watched the students kissing and rubbing their bodies together.

Finally they came up for air, and the girl whispered, "We better cut it out. Somebody might catch us."

"Aw, don't worry about it," the boy said. "Everybody makes out back here."

Not any more they don't, Sara thought furiously.

The boy cupped the girl's tits and started squeezing them through her clothes.

"All right, you two!" she barked. "I'm taking you to the principal's office!"

"Oh, please, Miss Wright," the girl cried, bursting into tears, "don't report us! My folks will kill me!"

"Gosh, Miss Wright," the boy said, "everybody's been making out in the stacks, for years. Nobody ever got punished before. We promise not to do it again!"

Sara hesitated. Yesterday she'd stood by and allowed Gary and Pam to go all the way, and now she was about to punish these kids for just one kiss. It really wasn't fair. They were just doing what everybody else did.

"Very well," she said grimly, "I won't report you this time. But if I ever catch you doing this again, you'll be expelled. And you'd better spread the word about that!"

"Oh, yes, Ma'am, we will!" the boy said.

The kids hurried back to the study tables and started whispering to their friends. The word was getting around that there'd be no more making out in the library. Sara felt she'd done her duty. So why did she feel this strange sense of disappointment?

Suddenly she knew. She was disappointed, because she'd really wanted to spy. She'd wanted to watch another young couple make love. She felt ashamed of herself for those feelings, but she couldn't deny them.

Well, she was just going to have to get control of herself. Hard work would help. She worked furiously, even through the lunch hour, then finally went to the teachers' lounge to grab a bite. She was glad to find herself alone there.

She wasn't alone for long, though. She was in the bathroom when she heard voices, people entering the lounge. She couldn't help overhearing their conversation.

"This is crazy, Jerry!" a woman said. "We're taking an awful chance!"

"Liz, I just had to get you alone," a man replied. "Everybody's had their lunch and gone now. This is the perfect chance!"

Liz, Jerry? Sara recognized the names. They were teachers at Riverside, both of them in their thirties, respected, and married – to other people. What were they doing alone together in the lounge? She opened the bathroom door just a crack and peeked out.

"I can't hold it back any longer, Liz!" Jerry was saying. "I'm crazy about you. And I've got a hunch you feel the same way about me."

"Oh, Jerry, it's true," Liz sighed, "but what can we do about it? I don't want to ruin my marriage, and I'm sure you don't want to wreck yours."

"I don't," Jerry said, slipping his arms around her, "but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other if we're careful."

He kissed Liz, and she melted against him, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. The two teachers were lost in a long steamy tongue-kiss.

Sara turned scarlet. She was scandalized. Here were two, of the most respected members of the faculty about to commit adultery in the teachers' lounge. No matter where she went in this school, she seemed to run into sex.

Well, what could she do about it? This wasn't the library, and she wasn't in charge here. If she threatened to report them to the principal, they'd probably deny that they were doing anything, and Sara would look ridiculous.

The best thing she could do was get out of there and leave them to their wickedness. Only she couldn't. They were between her and the door. Shocked as she felt, she had no choice but to stay right where she was till Liz and Jerry left.

Of course she could have shut the bathroom door, but she didn't. She stood there and watched. Somehow she just couldn't resist. These were adults, after all, and she might learn something that students couldn't teach her. Sara convinced herself that she needed the sex education.

"Oh. Jerry, this is wrong!" Liz moaned as they finally broke off their kiss.

"Not if nobody knows about it," he assured her. "Come on over to the couch!"

Liz was blushing, but she didn't resist as Jerry grabbed her hand and led her to the couch.

He drew her down on it, and they embraced and kissed again, lying down this time. They rubbed their bodies sensuously together.

Disgusting, Sara thought.

She tried to forget that she'd done something just as disgusting last night, when she used that dildo. She hadn't been able to resist the damned thing, using it again and again, till she fell asleep with exhaustion.