Nick Eastwood - Hot, licked librarian

Sara Wright, the new librarian at Riverside High School, was leaving the building at the end of the day when a powerfully built man blocked her way.

He was standing in the doorway grinning at her, a man of about thirty, pretty attractive. He was over six feet tall and had biceps like grapefruits. Sara gasped and backed up.

"Hey, don't panic," the man chuckled. "I'm Joe Rogers, the maintenance man. I just wanted to meet you."

Sara breathed a sigh of relief. She'd been sure she was about to be raped. This big-city school she'd come to work at could be a very dangerous place.

"How do you do, Mr. Rogers?" the young librarian said stiffly. "I'm Miss Wright."

"Oh, do we have to use last names?" he laughed. "You're a great-looking girl I was hoping maybe we could go put sometime."

Sara was on guard again. Her strict parents had always sent her to all-girls schools, and she didn't have much experience with men. In fact the young woman had convinced herself that she had no use for men or sex.

"I'm terribly sorry," she said, "but I don't date."

Joe Rogers gawked at her. "You gotta be kidding!"

"No, Mr. Rogers," she replied coolly, "I'm not dating. I've never dated, and I don't intend to start now. I have more important things to do with my life. NOW if you'll excuse me, I want to leave."

Joe Rogers continued to block the doorway.

There was no way Sara could struggle past that big strong man. She looked him over carefully.

He seemed harmless, but her mother had warned her that men wanted only one thing from women.

"Look," he smiled, "if you don't want to go out with me, just say so. You don't have to feed me a line."

"I told you, I'm not kidding," Sara snapped. "I'm not interested in men."

Rogers got a gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah? Well, I don't believe you lady. Let's see what you think of this."

He made a lunge for her, catching her off guard. The next thing Sara knew, he was pulling her against his tall hard body and kissing her. The stunned librarian felt his hot slick tongue snaking into her mouth. She'd never been kissed before, and didn't know what to do.

She felt scared and disgusted, but at the same time there was a strange excitement to it. She felt Joe Rogers' big hands roaming over her tall curvy body, and she shivered helplessly and began to breathe hard.

Then to her mortification, her nipples went stiff, poking against his chest. Sara couldn't understand why she was reacting this way. Only bad girls were interested in sex, her mother had told her again and again.

Rogers explored her mouth with his big hot tongue, and Sara felt hot sticky juice leaking from her virgin cunt. What on earth was the matter with her? She'd never been turned on to a man before.

But then no man had ever touched her before. At twenty-three Sara was a virgin, and she'd always kept her distance from men. She just wasn't prepared for the wicked excitement that coursed through her body as Joe Rogers kissed and caressed her.

Finally he let her come up for air. His handsome face was flushed, his nostrils flared. He eased Sara back against the wall and cupped her big thrusting tits. She blushed furiously, knowing he could feel her throbbing stiff nipples. He squeezed her tits and grinned at her.

"You can't fool me, honey," he leered. "You liked that. I can tell."

Sara got even redder. She set her hands against his massive chest and pushed him away from her. "That's not true! I didn't feel a thing!"

Rogers didn't argue. He just backed off and said, "Okay, have it your way. But if you change your mind, I'll be waiting. You and I could have a lot of fun together and I think you know it."

He walked off, and Sara raced for the parking lot and drove to her small apartment. She felt dizzy and confused. All her life she'd struggled to remain pure, and now the first time a man touched her, she went to pieces.

"What's the matter with me?" she moaned. Not only had she lost her self-control when Joe Rogers came on to her, she'd gotten aroused. The young librarian couldn't deny the signs. Her nipples were stiff and tingling, and her pussy was hot and wet. These were brand new sensations to her.

Sara wandered into her bedroom to put on something more comfortable than the plain tailored suit she wore to work. As she took off her clothes, she watched herself in the dresser mirror. She could understand what had turned Rogers on. She was a very beautiful woman.

Tall, with terrific legs and a spectacular figure, Sara had big thrusting tits which had always embarrassed her. Men were always gawking at them. Her ripe tits looked ready to pop from her plain cotton bra.

She removed the hairpins from the severe bun she wore, and her dark glossy hair fell to her waist. She unhooked her bra and freed her heavy but firm tits. Wriggling out of her panties, she observed her small neat dark bush.

Yes, she was attractive to men but she didn't want to be!

Naked, she searched through her closet for something to wear. Choosing a loose lounging dress, she started to put it on, but she was distracted by the hot ache between her thighs. She'd never felt that sensation before. How could she make it go away?

Then Sara turned scarlet as a long-repressed girlhood memory came back to her. She'd been in her early teens when she'd discovered how great it felt to touch and rub her maturing pussy. The whole scene came back to her vividly now, though she'd been trying for years to forget it.

Teenaged Sara had been lying on her bed one day, touching herself, and she'd found a funny little nub of flesh right at the top of ha pussy. Rubbing it, she'd gotten a hot jolt of pleasure that made her gasp. Hot sticky cream spurted from her virgin cunt, wetting her fingers.

The innocent teenager didn't see anything wrong with something that felt so good. With her hand stuck down inside her jeans and panda, she went on rubbing her clit, loving the sensation. Soon her whole hand was dripping with her oozing cream.

Experimenting, she caught her throbbing clit between her thumb and forefinger and started kneading the slippery nub. That felt even better. Sara closed her eyes and proceeded to masturbate eagerly.

At that time her parents still considered her a little kid, and they hadn't started at all those stern warnings and lectures about the evils of sex and boys. So Sara didn't feel a bit guilty about what she was doing.

She rubbed her clit, faster and faster between her fingers, and the faster she did it, the more intense the pleasure. A thick river of cream was flowing from her tiny cunt mouth. She bared her teeth in a lusty snarl as she worked herself right to the brink of orgasm.

Then all of a sudden her body seemed to explode with ecstasy. She'd never come before, and she didn't even know what an orgasm was, so she wasn't prepared for the body-wracking pleasure. She rubbed her clit furiously, milking it for every last drop of delicious sensation.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, unnnnhhhhh!" she moaned.

Of course once she'd discovered that neat little trick, the hot-blooded teenager couldn't resist doing it again and again. Each day when she got home from the all-girl school, she'd go to her room and beat off. She'd do it at bedtime, too, and any other time she could get away with it.

Of course the time finally came when she didn't get away with it. She'd been hot at it one afternoon, when the bedroom door crashed open, and there was her mother.

"Sara!" Mrs. Wright gasped. "You'll go to hell for that!"

"For what, Mom?" Sara asked innocently. Her mother proceeded to give her a lecture she'd never forgotten. The lecture was reputed often over the years, till Sara finally believed it. She really did come to believe that sex was dirty and evil and that men could only lead to trouble. Naturally she stopped masturbating because that was evil, too.