The Naughty Librarian

This is an old story written by someone else that I wanted to share with you all.




THE NAUGHTY LIBRARIAN by Norma Egan

FOREWORD

Western man prides himself on his ability to forge his own destiny. And yet many people find that they are not always able to rule their own fates. Oftentimes a single, traumatic event will change and reshape their lives.

There is the young girl who, after a brutal rape, becomes a bitter, frigid young woman. Or the bright, self-confident businessman who, after losing most of his money in a poor stock investment, becomes a drunken derelict.

So, too, does fate play a trick on Kay White. Frustrated because her sexual inhibitions have forced her to go without a man for years, the twenty-eight-year-old librarian at last succumbs to her needs, seducing one of her students — with disastrous results. Suddenly, Kay finds herself the victim of blackmail, forced into the most debauched and degrading of acts, with no end to the nightmare in sight.

THE NAUGHTY LIBRARIAN — the story of one woman who finds herself the helpless victim of perverted and sadistic souls. Her tale is a reminder to us all that our lives are not always our own.

The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

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!”

Kay nodded. She fully believed that in the strength of his lust he would kill her if she tried to stop him from raping her. She went limp beneath him, praying that whatever happened it wouldn’t be too horrible. She really had little idea of what would happen. Bits of misinformation from girl friends, a hasty glance at a few books — this was all her sex education at the age of eighteen. She knew vaguely that, in bed, men did something unspeakably wicked to a woman’s body. Now she was going to find out just what it was.

After making sure of her silent cooperation, Vic raised himself a little and tugged off her panties. Kay closed her eyes in shame. She knew what he saw — that thick triangle of fine black curls at the base of her belly.

Kay had always been ashamed of her pussy; it seemed so ugly to her. She had no idea that to Vic it was beautiful — a dainty, fluffy little snatch that matched the perfection of the rest of her body. Even in his haste to get his rocks off, he had to pause and pet her cunt mound, running his big fingers lightly, almost reverently, over the soft, clean curls of her raven-black muff. Then he hastily lowered his pants, freeing his achingly hard cock. It was at that moment that Kay opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

She gawked. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. She’d seen little boys naked before, but this was entirely different!

Vic had a patch of curly dark hair at the base of his belly, and out of it protruded a cock that was big and hard and frightening. The pale skin was stretched taut, showing up a network of tiny blue veins. At the tip of his prick, the flesh was rosy and slitted, ending in a bulbous knob. His cock looked ugly and menacing to Kay.

Not only that, but beneath his prick hung two fleshy bags lightly covered with dark hair, and these were even uglier. She didn’t know what balls were or what they were for. She only knew that she was frightened.

Kay trembled, wanted to scream — but she remembered Vic’s threat and forced herself to remain still and silent.

Vic noticed her terror and chuckled harshly. “Don’t be afraid, baby,” he sneered. “It’s gonna be fun. Lots of fun. What’s the matter? You a virgin?”

Kay nodded, pale and frightened. This was one term she fully understood. A virgin was a girl who had never been in bed with a man, never done that awful thing — whatever it was.

Vic’s eyes widened in appreciation. “Damn!” he said. “What luck! I never popped a cherry before.”

Kay didn’t understand what he meant by that. As he lowered himself onto her body, she felt that strange hard organ of his touching her bare belly, and she closed her eyes in fright and humiliation. She just hoped that whatever he did, it would be over with fast. She trembled and whimpered and tried not to cry as he began to manipulate her body. He parted her long, shapely legs and edged himself between her silky thighs.

Vic poked his hard hot cock between her legs, blindly seeking the entrance to her virgin cunt. Kay didn’t know what he was doing, except that it was very wicked. He was putting that ugly thing of his in her forbidden parts!

Kay felt the thick drooling head of his erect prick skating over the slick flesh of her tender pussylips, then finally wedging itself in the wet indentation of her virgin cunt-mouth. To her astonishment, she felt a sudden burst of pleasure, a melting sensation throughout her crotch. Why should such a wicked thing make her feel so good?

She didn’t have time to debate the question. Suddenly an astonishing thing was happening. Vic was pushing his long hard organ inside her body! Kay gasped loudly as she felt it entering her cunt in a slow but steady thrust.

“Ssshhh,” Vic whispered almost tenderly, his sweaty face buried in her hair. “Don’t be too loud, baby. I know it hurts, but it always hurts a little the first time she gets fucked. Just let me get my cock in, and then I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

Kay had no intention of screaming, no matter how much it hurt, for she remembered his threat to kill her. She couldn’t understand the sudden softening of his voice. She didn’t know why he wanted to do this thing to her, to poke part of himself inside her. She lay there and felt his thick cock slowly but inexorably pushing into her hole, and then there was pain, just as he’d predicted. Vic’s cock seemed to come up against some barrier inside her pussy, and it hurt her when he pushed against it. He took a deep breath, then shoved as hard as he could, and Kay couldn’t help crying out as he hurt something inside her pussy, and it hurt her when he pushed against it. He took a deep breath, then shoved as hard as he could, and Kay couldn’t help crying out as he tore something inside her hole, giving her a sharp burst of pain. He gasped, too, and put his hand over her mouth.

“I know, I know,” he whispered, with real tenderness this time. “I know it hurt. But it’s over now. I’m in. Just relax. You’ll like it.”

And he was right. The pain was gone, and now all she felt was the delicious presence of his thick meat in her aroused cunt. She liked the sensation of being stuffed, filled, and probed. It sent heady bursts of pleasure all through her body, and again she felt her cunt pouring out hot cream.

Vic put his arms around her and began to move his cock in her hole, a quick, deep sawing motion that gave her incredible pleasure. In fact she’d never known that such pleasure was possible.

In the back of her mind Kay knew that what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn’t quell the joy of her body. She found herself panting just like Vic, moaning and sighing just as he did. Her hips began to move in time to his, her crotch arching up to meet each deep, full thrust of his thick cock.

It felt wonderful.

“Ohhhh!” Kay heard herself moaning ecstatically. “Ohhhh, so good, so good…”

“Yeah, yeah!” Vic gasped. “It is good, ain’t it, baby? Christ, it’s good! So fuckin’ tight and hot.”

Kay suddenly shrieked as she felt her body rocked with an explosion of pleasure. It was so intense that she almost fainted. Helplessly she threw her long legs high in the air, and her lush body shook as if in convulsions. She felt a great burst of wetness deep in her cunt, heard Vic moaning hoarsely.

Time seemed to stop for a while as they lay panting in each other’s arms, and Vic’s cock grew soft and small inside her cunt. Then suddenly he sprang to his feet and pulled up his pants. Kay lay there gawking at him. He was sneering, almost gloating.

“Thanks a lot,” he said. “It was a great fuck. Too bad I don’t have more time for you.”

And without another word, he turned and walked away. Kay saw him a few times after that at a distance, but he never spoke to her or tried to date her again. It was many years before she understood his behavior, and then her only consolation was that she hadn’t gotten pregnant.

The man had used her, that was all, and she despised him for it. Yet she couldn’t forget the pleasure he’d given her, pleasure unequalled by anything she’d known before or since.

Ten years later Miss Kay White, librarian, sat at her desk remembering the incident in vivid detail.

My God, she thought, what a fool I was. Why didn’t I take advantage? Why didn’t I have an affair with him? To be twenty-eight years old and only fucked once.

“Miss White?”

Kay blushed and snapped to attention. She’d been lost in her memories that first and only fuck, and hadn’t even noticed her student assistant, Danny, standing beside her desk.

“Yes, Danny?” she said. “I’m sorry, I was daydreaming. What do you want?”

“I can’t figure out where to shelve this book, Miss White,” said the boy. “I know I should have the system down by now, but…”

Kay smiled graciously. “Oh, sometimes it’s not so easy, Danny,” she said. “Let’s see the book.”

Danny handed the book to her, and when their hands touched slightly, he blushed. Kay was amused. She was used to her student helpers getting crushes on her. And in Danny’s case it was not unflattering.

He was a nice guy and rather handsome. His brown hair was thick and healthy, modishly long, framing regular features and a clear complexion. He was perhaps an inch shorter than Kay but rapidly growing, filling out. Already his shoulders were broadening, his hips going slim and taut, his body in male proportions.

Danny was going to be a very attractive. Odd that he should fall for a woman almost old enough to be his mother — but Kay had had the experience before.

Too bad I can’t take advantage of it, she thought wistfully. Her recollections of Vic had made her almost unbearably horny.

“All right, Danny,” she said, getting up from her desk, “come along and I’ll show you how to shelve this book.”

“Thanks, Miss White,” said Danny, trailing after her as she led the way to the stacks. “Sorry. I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Danny,” she said, “just inexperienced. We’re all inexperienced at times.”

And, my God, was I inexperienced with Vic, she thought. She wished with all her heart that she’d been properly taught about sex as a child, so she could have experienced the joys of fucking when she became a woman. Instead she had shrunk away from men, mined her chances for romance and marriage, cheated herself of the most delicious human experience — sex!

Now that she had read all about it and gotten rid of her earlier ignorance and prejudices, Kay hungered to live like a normal woman, hungered to feel a cock moving inside her horny cunt. But it was too late. She’d missed her chance, and she was almost thirty. She could have wept with frustration. Once in her whole life she’d known the ecstasy of fucking. Would she never know it again?

Kay led the way deep into the rows of library books. The library was already closed for the day, and all the students had gone home except for Danny, who worked after school to earn extra money. It suddenly dawned on her that they were probably alone in the building.

A hot rush of lust poured through Kay’s body as she realized that she could fuck Danny and no one would know about it. Of course it was out of the question, an unspeakably wicked thing… But, wait. She was a modern, enlightened woman. She knew damned well that sex wasn’t “wicked”. Her mother had been wrong. And Danny obviously wanted to screw her. Why not? My God, why not?

Kay placed the book in its proper niche. “That’s where it goes, Danny,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You see?”

He clapped a hand to his forehead. “Oh, jeez, of course. I shoulda seen that. I really am dumb.”

“No, you’re not, Danny,” said Kay. “At least I don’t think you are. Let’s see how you deal with this.”

She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands trembled as she did so. It was an insane act and Danny could rat on her, make her lose her job. But she had to do it. She had been denied sex too long, and she had to take it where she could find it, no matter what the cost.

Resolutely, Kay unbuttoned her blouse all the way, drew it off, and removed her bra. Her beautiful, full, creamy tits sloped into their natural jutting shape. She faced the boy, trembling but determined.

For a long, long moment Danny only stared. He stared in disbelief at her gorgeous full tits and big brown nipples. Then, just when Kay expected him to scream and run, he swallowed hard and walked up to her and put shaking sweaty hands on her tits.

He began fondling the big jugs feverishly.

“Oh, Miss White,” he sighed, “I’m so glad. I’m in love with you, I can’t help it. I want you so much…”

“I want you, Danny,” said Kay.

She didn’t know how she got the words out. She was appalled at her own behavior. Yet she was committed now, and this filled Kay with hot excitement.

At last, after ten lonely years, she was going to be fucked!

Cream boiled in Kay’s starved pussy and gushed out to soak the crotch of her panties. She could barely keep from grabbing the boy and throwing him to the floor. Instead, however, she gently pushed him away and began to take off the rest of her clothes. Danny gawked at her for a moment, then began to follow suit, stripping off his sneakers and jeans and T-shirt as fast as he could.

His body was more boyish than she’d expected, rather slim and soft, but his cock was everything she’d wanted — almost fully grown, thick and erect. It was bloated with horny need, hugging his taut belly, rising stiffly from a light thicket of brown crotch hairs. His balls were fat, tight, and rosy, much more attractive than Vic’s nuts had been.

Kay felt a hot trickle of pussy juice running down her inner thighs. She didn’t care what happened, she just had to fuck this boy. Morality be damned — her starved body couldn’t pass up this chance to get laid!

She lay down on the hard library floor but was not aware of any discomfort. Danny stood over her, staring with awe at her mountainous, heaving tits, her dark curly beaver, and the moist, scarlet line of her gash.

She parted her long legs, and he saw it all — the bright-red bud of her clitoris, the plump wet folds of her pussylips, the sucked-in shadowed opening of her cunt, and tiny brown wrinkle of her asshole. He couldn’t help gawking, because he’d never seen a woman’s cunt before.

Quiet and studious, Danny had never had a date with a girl, let alone seen one naked. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to, though. He jacked off a lot in bed at night, fantasizing how it would be to fuck different girls, but the one he most often daydreamed about was Miss White, his ideal woman.

And now his wildest fantasies were coming true!

It was too much. Danny felt like pinching himself to see if he was dreaming. But he was interrupted by Miss White’s husky, urgent voice.

“Hurry, Danny, hurry… Make love to me…”

Trembling but violently horny, the boy knelt down between her soft warm thighs and lowered himself onto her lush body. Her huge tits were like hot, inflated cushions under his skinny chest. It felt delicious to press his body against hers. She trembled and writhed beneath him, embraced him tightly.

“Don’t wait, darling! Do it to me now! Now!” she begged.

“Oh, Christ,” Danny moaned. “I want to, Miss White. Oh, God, I want to! But I never did it before, and I’m not sure just how…”

Kay thought how appropriate it was that she should pick a virgin for her first fuck after so many years. But she had no time for ironic thoughts, not now. She reached down, seized Danny’s hard cock, and slipped it gently into the hot, wet mouth of her cunt. She arched her hips upward, and his stiff meat glided deep into her juicy hole.

“Oh, Jesus!” moaned Danny. “Oh, shit, that feels great!”

Kay was beyond words. The first touch of his rigid meat in her long-thwarted cunt sent her into a frenzy of pleasure. She moaned loudly and began working her hips in a horny rutting motion, setting the pace and depth of their fucking. In fact, she almost literally balled the boy instead of letting him ball her.

After a moment Danny got the idea, and then his stiff cock flew in her abundantly creaming cunt, thrusting deep and hard, moving as fast as he could work his horny body. That was exactly how Kay wanted him to fuck her.

She groaned with pleasure and held him tightly to her, wanting to get every inch of his meat inside her starved cunt.

In less than a minute she was coming, coming violently and deliciously, and she’d hardly recovered from her first orgasm before another overtook her. She couldn’t have said how many times she came, but she knew she was making up for ten wasted years.

How Danny held out, Kay didn’t know, but the boy managed to fuck her almost into a faint before an ecstatic yelp signaled his climax. Kay felt his jism sizzling into her twitching cunt, and she welcomed it with a groan of satisfaction.

“Oh, wow, Miss White!” Danny sighed. “That was fantastic. I’ll never forget it. I-I guess you know I’m crazy about you.”

“Ssshhh,” said Kay gently. “There’s no need to talk, Danny. In fact it’s very late. Perhaps you’d better go home.”

“But I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I?” he said meaningfully.

“Of course,” said Kay. “Now run along.”

Her cunt was sated — at least temporarily — and now the terrible guilt and remorse set in. She managed to remain quiet till the boy left, but then she burst into tears of shame. She had risked everything — her job, her reputation, her self-respect — for a fuck. She had seduced an innocent boy.

“My God!” she wept. “What have I done?”

But she knew very well what she had done, and she know she would do it again. If not with Danny, then surely with someone else. Anyone else. Her body had tasted the wild pleasures of fucking, and she couldn’t bear to deny herself again.

CHAPTER TWO

Even a night’s sleep did not erase the guilt from Kay’s mind, and the next day when Danny reported for his shift at the library, she tried to avoid him. She might be some sort of sex fiend herself, but she didn’t intend to make Danny into one. If she couldn’t control her lusts, she decided, she must pick someone else to fuck.

She reckoned without Danny’s passion for her, however. The boy kept following her around with a moony expression on his face, letting her know plainly that he was hurt and bewildered by her distance.

Kay was ashamed to look him in the eye. She remembered all too well the ludicrous thing she’d done yesterday — stripping in front of him, spreading her legs for him, begging him to fuck her. A respected high-school librarian, a woman almost thirty years old, had seduced her student helper and taken his virginity.

Kay wondered what madness had possessed her — though she knew very well that that madness would come over her again and again till she had slaked her need for sex. She simply had to find a more suitable partner to fuck than Danny, that was all. But where in the tiny town of Ferndale would she find a lover her own age? All the men were married or, if bachelors, repugnant.

Bitterly she thought, Maybe I ought to advertise in the newspaper: “Horny spinster wants to get laid regularly. Good wages.”

Finally classes were dismissed for the day, and she and Danny were left alone in the library for another hour’s work. As soon as the last student left the room, Danny hurried up to Kay, an anxious expression on his handsome face.

“Miss White,” he said, “what’s the matter? Are you angry with me? You haven’t spoken to me all day.”

“No, Danny,” Kay sighed, “I’m not angry with you. It’s just that I want you to understand that we can never again do — what we did yesterday. I must have been crazy. It was wrong and dangerous, and it mustn’t happen again.”

The boy looked stricken. “It wasn’t dangerous, Miss White,” he said. “There was no one here but us, and I’d never fink on you — never! And I sure don’t understand what was wrong about it. I thought it was beautiful.”

Kay got up from her desk, gathered her purse and coat, and headed for the door. “I’m not going to argue about it, Danny,” she said firmly. “It’s just not going to happen again, that’s all. I’ll see you tomorrow. Please lock up when you leave.”

“NO!” the boy shouted.

Before Kay quite realized what was happening, Danny ran to her and embraced her, knocking her purse and coat from her hands. He was surprisingly strong and he almost squeezed the breath out of her in his enthusiasm.

Kay felt her big swelling tits crushed against his hard chest, then his hot eager mouth pressing hard against hers. She whimpered and tried to back away, but she only came up against a wall, where Danny pinned her and went on kissing her passionately. Kay didn’t want to hurt him, so she submitted, waiting for him to break the kiss.

When at last he did, she said quickly, “Danny, if you really do care about me, you won’t force me to do something I don’t want to do. I don’t want to be involved with you. Please let me go.”

“I don’t believe that!” he said urgently. “You wanted me yesterday, and I bet you want me today. You’ve just got some phony notions about morality, that’s all. You think it’s wrong. But it’s not, Miss White — it’s right! It’s so right…”

Again he jammed his mouth on hers, kissing her so hard that he bent her head back. Kay felt dizzy and confused. Danny’s eager hands roamed her lush body as he kissed her, fondling and exploring her big heaving tits, her tiny waist, and the soft rounds of her asscheeks.

Never had Kay been passionately caressed by a man, or fucked. It was a new experience for her, and she found herself warming to it. She knew she had a beautiful healthy body and that it had been wasted — shamefully wasted through years of ignorance and loneliness.

Why waste it any longer? Why not let someone enjoy it, even this clumsy, inexperienced boy? Why not enjoy it herself? She wasn’t getting any younger, and it might be her last chance.

“Oh, Christ!” Danny moaned, kissing her face and neck now. “Let’s lie down. I want to feel you, touch you.”

In her dizzy confusion, Kay allowed the panting boy to ease her down onto the floor. She still felt that it was wrong to fuck her student helper, but another part of her was thinking, My God, what difference does it make? I’ve already fucked him once! Kay’s mind was torn between conscience and lust.

Danny lay down close beside her, cast her a passionate look, and began to unbutton her blouse. His hands were shaking, fumbling, but Kay noticed that the crotch of his jeans was sharply tented with a fierce hard-on. He might seem nervous, but he was definitely horny and determined to screw her.

What to do? It seemed just too awful to fuck the boy on the library floor, yet Danny wasn’t going to quit until he got his rocks off. Perhaps she could satisfy him short of actually fucking him. That would give her a chance to get away and think.

Desperately she tugged at the zipper of his jeans. Danny cast her a delighted glance, no doubt thinking she was so eager to ball that she had to get at his cock right away. She let him go on unbuttoning her blouse — at the fumbling rate he was going, it would take him an hour — and concentrated on the business at hand.

Kay didn’t think it would take long to jack the boy off, not in his state of excitement. She tugged down his zipper and opened his jeans, and out popped his straining erect dick, pale and stiff and blue-veined.

Kay closed her hand around the boy’s cock, and Danny flinched with pleasure and sighed deeply. She began to run her curled fingers up and down the hot, rigid tool, trying to hand-fuck him into a quick come. His cock-flesh was wonderfully silky and smooth, a delight to touch. Kay felt a tingle of hot excitement in her pussy, but she sternly told herself to forget about fucking. This boy was not for her.

“Oh, Miss White, that feels so good,” Danny sighed. “I’m so glad you changed your mind.”

He writhed blissfully beside her as Kay went on pumping his bloated prick in her warm swift hand. She noticed that the slitted mouth at the tip of his cock began to ooze clear warm juice, and she smeared it all over his stiff dick to make her pumping slicker and faster.

“Oh, Jesus, yes!” Danny moaned. “Keep doing that!”

“I will, darling,” Kay purred, “I will.”

Rick could barely keep from sniggering. He started to, in fact, a couple of times, but his buddy Mel clapped a hand over his mouth and signaled him to be quiet. Mel was right, of course. They sure as hell didn’t want to spoil a show like this.

Miss Kay White, the cool and distant librarian with the biggest tits in the world, making it with a student — man, it was just too much!

Rick and Mel had hidden in the library stacks after closing time, intending to rip off some books which they could later sell in the city. This was a practice of theirs whenever they were short of cash, though they had a million other moneymaking schemes, too. The library had seemed convenient today, and Rick was very glad they’d decided on it. They’d heard the odd exchange of words between Miss White and Danny, her helper, and the muffled sounds of scuffling.

Sneaking up to investigate, they’d found Miss White and Danny on the floor, the guy clumsily trying to unbutton her blouse. That was fun enough, but now Rick’s mind was really blown.

Miss White had unzipped the guy’s pants and started pumping his cock!

Rick could barely contain his glee. He watched eagerly, waiting to see just how far this off-beat coupling would go.

At eighteen and a senior, Rick was a poor student, a trouble-maker, and the leader of a very small “gang” consisting of himself, Mel, and two other boys, Kris and Terry. So far their activities had consisted of petty theft and vandalism, but Rick was always ready for bigger and better things. The scene between Miss White and Danny was giving him ideas. The gang’s activities lacked one important ingredient — sex.

No one looking at Rick would have believed that he lacked female companionship. Almost six feet tall, broad-shouldered, and with darkly handsome features, he could have been an athlete if he hadn’t been too lazy to turn out for sports. He could have been very popular with the girls, if he hadn’t been too lazy to follow the normal routines of dating.

But Rick was a rebel and a renegade, and he refused to flatter and coax girls. He saw only one use for them — balling — and he took what he wanted. So far he’d half raped a number of intimidated girls, but he was bored with their immature bodies and their lack of response. He wanted to fuck a real woman — a woman like Miss Kay White. Now he watched hungrily as she pumped Danny’s stiff dick. Man, what he wouldn’t give to be in that guy’s place.

Mel, his partner and chief toady, stood beside him, pink-faced and gawking, just as excited as he was. Only Mel, poor bastard, didn’t have a lot going for him. His flesh was wormy-white, his body plump and unappealing, his hair a bleached-out whitish color, plus he had all the brains and poise of a codfish. Mel was seventeen, a loser, and he was never going to get any better. Rick simultaneously pitied and despised him, but he needed him. Mel had never let him down yet.

“Jesus,” Mel whispered, clutching Rick’s arm, “can you believe this? Look at that cunt go!” Between the rows of books they could see Miss White’s busy hand pumping Danny’s rigid cock till it drooled thick cream.

Rick grinned and shook his head. “Naw, I can’t believe it. But it’s giving me an idea.”

“What?” Mel said eagerly. He was always ready for any schemes his leader might propose.

“Tell you in a minute,” said Rick. “Let’s wait and see what happens here.”

Danny at last succeeded in getting Kay’s blouse unbuttoned, and, after a struggle, her bra. With trembling hands he pushed the contraption up over her enormous, heaving tits.

He simply couldn’t believe those tits of hers — as big as his head, yet perfectly shaped, full and firm. Moaning, he buried his face against the huge, quivering jugs and began to kiss them. All the while Miss White went on pumping his cock in her warm soft fingers, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through his loins.

Danny very much wanted to come, right in her hand, but he forced himself to hold out. He wanted to fuck her again. He wanted more than anything in the world to repeat yesterday’s experience, to feel his achingly horny dick enveloped in the clinging hot, wet flesh of her cunt.

Kay found it very hard to make the boy come. It seemed as if she’d been pumping his rigid prick for hours, and her hand was sticky with his pre-cum, yet he still held out. Seeking some other kind of stimulus, she slipped his jeans down over his hips and released his balls.

His nuts were covered with brown hair, and as she cupped them in her free hand, her pussy grew hot with excitement. She felt scalding cream seeping from her cunt, a melting feeling in her belly, but again she told herself sternly to forget about fucking him. She was going to jack the boy off, then go home — out of the way of temptation.

Cupping his balls gently in her hot palm, Kay began to squeeze his nuts rhythmically, while with her other hand she went on swiftly pumping his straining stiff prick.

Danny moaned hoarsely and writhed with pleasure, but still he did not shoot his load. He went on kissing her great hot tits, and his hands fumbled feverishly over her beautiful mature body, exploring and caressing every curve.

Kay felt his sweaty, eager fingers on her leg, tickling up under her skirt, but she did nothing to stop him. If feeling her up got him excited, all the better. She’d make him pop his wad long before he could make a move to fuck her. She steadily pumped his hot balls and silky stiff cock.

Danny began to tremble as his exploring hand sneaked under Kay’s skirt and moved steadily up her silky thigh. In his eagerness yesterday, he’d hardly gotten a chance to explore her cunt. He had a vague recollection of her dark, furry muff, of a gleaming gash of wet scarlet flesh, but that was all. He wanted to learn more. He wanted to know the warm, humid reality of sex, to feel and explore a real live cunt.

It was very hot between her thighs, and as he touched the lacy material of her panties, his fingers felt almost scalded. The crotch of her panties was wet with some sticky substance, just like the stuff that drooled out of his cock when he got horny.

Boldly Danny slipped a finger under the moist material of her panties and encountered slick, hot flesh. Her sticky, slippery slit was fringed by soft hairs, a mysterious realm of convoluted flesh and seeping hot juices.

Danny ran his finger swiftly back and forth in her humid gash but encountered nothing familiar except the bumpy pucker of her asshole. He ran his finger back along her slit again and felt it slide neatly into a hot, fleshy hole. Kay gasped and moaned.

This had to be her cunt!

Eager and curious, Danny thrust his finger as deep as he could into the nipping wet hole, and again Kay gasped and gave a hoarse moan of pleasure. With his finger fully inserted, he still didn’t reach the end of her hot cunt sheath, but he was amazed at its tightness, its heat and wetness.

No wonder it had felt so good to stick his cock in there!

Kay was having a hard time keeping her cool. She had intended only to jack off the boy, to get his rocks off quickly, but he was making it difficult for her to ignore her own burning need for a fuck. It had been a mistake to let him put his hand up her skirt. He’d found her hungry little cunt all too quickly.

His finger probed eagerly inside her hole, like a miniature stiff cock, exciting her to horny moaning. Her cream spewed out of her snatch hotly, helplessly, wetting his hand and betraying her violent lust.

Oh, God, how she wanted to be fucked! Would it really be so awful if she let Danny screw her again? Would one more fuck really make that much difference? Feverishly, Kay pumped his hard I hot cock even faster. She had to make him come.

She had to save both of them from this bizarre and illicit involvement.

Pumping and probing his finger deeply in Kay’s soaked twat, Danny felt the powerful muscular walls of her cunt responding to him, squeezing and nipping his finger, squirting out horny juices. Even this naive and inexperienced boy could tell that she wanted to fuck him, that she was dying to get laid.

Danny moved to mount her, but she kept a firm grip on his cock and balls, signaling that she wasn’t ready yet. Danny sighed in desperation. If she went on playing with his prick like that, he was going to come prematurely and lose his chance to fuck her.

He couldn’t let that happen! There had to be some other way to excite her, to make her so hot for his cock that she couldn’t resist screwing him.

He pumped his stiff finger furiously in her scalding wet cunt, and he thrust another finger inside the soaked crotch of her panties. At first he encountered the delicate fuzz of her beaver, but, searching around, he discovered that the furry gash parted to uncover naked wet flesh. Nestled between the plump, bot cuntlips, he found a tiny button of flesh. Curiosity prompted him to rub and explore it with the tip of his finger, and when he did so, Miss White’s reaction was sudden and violent. She moaned loudly and hoarsely, and a great burst of cream shot from her cunt to soak his hand. She helplessly rubbed her wet, hot pussy against his stroking finger. Whatever that funny little bump of flesh was, she really liked being touched there. It was as if he’d found the button that turned her on.

When Danny’s exploring finger touched her sensitive clitoris, Kay knew she was lost. She simply couldn’t resist a pleasure so sharp and powerful. She tried once more to jack him into a climax, but as he went on rubbing her aroused cunt, sending powerful bursts of pleasure through her whole body, her hand went limp. She let go of his balls and cock; she just lay there whimpering and moaning while he worked his fingers swiftly, deliciously in her cunt and on her clit.

God help her, she was lost, all right. This was too much to resist. After ten years without a man, she just couldn’t deny herself this joy.

“Please wait,” she said breathlessly, “wait. Just wait a moment.”

Reluctantly, Danny withdrew his soaked, sticky hands from her oozing cunt. He didn’t want to move away, but he loved Miss White and would not force her. He watched — and then to his delight the panting woman pulled her skirt right up to her waist and began tugging down her soaked panties.

Danny gawked shamelessly at the fluffy black triangle of her beaver, at the soaked scarlet flesh of her pussy. His cock grew unbearably hard, hugging his belly and drooling hot juice. His heart pounded as he thought of thrusting his eager meat into her red-hot cunt again — and when she spread her long legs for him, he almost came out of sheer excitement.

Kay was deeply ashamed of herself, but she had to do it. She had to fuck him. Blushing, she slipped off her panties and spread her legs very wide for the boy. Her voice was hoarse and horny.

“Fuck me, Danny… Oh, hurry, hurry! Fuck me!”

Danny practically threw himself on her. She moaned and embraced him, and the panting boy began jabbing blindly with his achingly erect prick, butting her sensitive clit and pussylips. Then he hit the mark at last, his wonderfully thick cock pushing deep into her famished wet cunt, filling her hole full of hot hard meat. Kay couldn’t restrain her scream of joy.

“Oh, my God, yes!” she wailed. “Yes! YES!”

Now both Rick and Mel were struggling not to snigger. They clutched each other, shook with restrained laughter, but they also kept their eyes glued to the fantastic scene a few yards away.

It seemed impossible, but right before their eyes Miss White had pulled up her skirt, taken off her panties, and spread her legs for her student helper, Danny!

Mel and Rick got a fine view of her pussy — the thick black muff at the base of her belly, the bright-red flesh of her clit and pussylips, even the brownish pucker of her asshole. They saw the gaping, dripping mouth of her cunt just before Danny climbed on top of her and thrust his erect dick into her hole. They saw his thick prick-shaft disappearing swiftly up her receptive hair-fringed snatch, and they heard her ecstatic cries as the eager boy began to ball her. They watched in mingled delight and disbelief as Danny’s tight little butt flew in the furious motions of fucking.

Miss White was really something to look at, too.

Her big jugs bounced like crazy, and her wide curved hips jerked in perfect time to Danny’s cock-thrusts. Her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of lust, her brown eyes rolled crazily, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her full lips. She was completely lost in the ecstasy of fucking, and she revealed a part of her nature that no one had viewed before. It was really a hit to see her going crazy with lust, to see the librarian blissfully moaning under the repeated hard thrusts of a student’s stiff cock.

“Fuck me!” she cried — Miss White, who’d never been known to utter an indecent word. “Oh, my darling, fuck me, ball me, screw me as hard as you can! Ahhhh, God, yesss!”

Rick suppressed another snort of laughter and poked Mel in the ribs. “Yeah,” he whispered, “this is really giving me ideas.”

“Like what?” Mel whispered back. His watery blue eyes gleamed eagerly behind his thick glasses.

“Like this,” said Rick — and he leaned closer and whispered something to his friend, something that made Mel’s eyes widen with delight and wonder.

Kay couldn’t imagine how she’d managed to live so long without knowing the repeated joy of getting laid. Nothing else matters, she thought in her horny delirium, except flecking!

Danny’s deliciously hard, thick cock probed relentlessly, deeply, in her famished pussy, and she responded with wails of delight and furious thrusts of her hips, taking his prick balls deep in her clinging twat.