Horny licking librarian

CHAPTER ONE

It was Polly Prentiss' first day on the job. The newly appointed head librarian of the exclusive and private Hardwick School knew she ought to keep her mind on her work, but it was difficult to ignore how horny she felt.

She'd never had this problem before. Polly had always been so wrapped up in her career that she'd never had time for men and sex. Then, at twenty-eight, she'd decided to treat herself to her first real vacation, a Caribbean cruise. And on the cruise she'd gone to bed with a man for the very first time. Just a few love-making sessions with Mark Wells, and she was hooked on sex.

That had been several weeks ago, but Polly couldn't get it out of her mind. At the end of the cruise, she and Mark had gone their separate ways. They weren't in love, and they both knew it. But Polly missed him anyway. At least she missed his big hard cock. She was creaming right through her panties as she thought about it.

"Miss Prentiss? Can I talk to you for a second?" asked her assistant, Jeffrey Taylor.

Polly wrenched herself out of her horny daydream and listened as the wimpy young man questioned her about some problem he was having with the filing system. Polly had worked hard to get the head librarian job at Hardwick, but right now it seemed as dull as dishwater to her.

She wanted to be in bed with a man, feeling a stiff cock working deep and hard in her hungry pussy hole.

If only she could get her mind off sex! The urge to be fucked was driving her crazy, but there was just no way she was going to get laid and conservative, and sex was a taboo subject among both staff and students. Everybody acted like it was a convent or a monastery.

After helping Jeffrey, Polly retreated to her desk and tried to concentrate on some paper work, but it was a no go. All she could think about was the fiery ache in her pussy, her desperate need for a man. Helplessly she let her mind drift back to her first meeting with Mark Wells on the cruise ship. It had been lust at first sight for both of them.

Mark was a very good-looking guy, which was why Polly had noticed him.

Previously she'd been indifferent to men, caught up in her career.

Mark liked what he saw, too. Polly was a tall girl with terrific legs, large thrusting breasts, and long dark hair. She usually wore her hair in a prim bun when she was on the job, but on the cruise she let it flow down her back.

They met on the deck, and Mark asked her for a drink. They had several drinks, and the next thing Polly knew, they were heading for his cabin. She wasn't used to drinking so much, and she really couldn't remember agreeing to go with him, yet she didn't mind the idea. Mark locked the door behind them, then pulled her into a hot embrace.

His tongue darted suggestively into her mouth, and all of a sudden Polly was horny – horny for the first time in her life. Her whole body tingled, and her pussy went wet with a sudden rush of molten cream. For a moment she didn't understand what was happening to her.

Then gradually it dawned on her that her natural female instincts were at work. It was the first time she'd ever allowed them to surface.

Mary finally broke their steamy kiss and said, "Why don't we take off our clothes and get comfortable?"

Polly reddened and staggered back from him. "Uh, Mark, there's something I ought to tell you," she said. "I'm a virgin. I never even had a date with a man before."

He gawked at her. "A virgin? A virgin over eighteen years old? I didn't know they existed any more," he said.

"Well," Polly said with a sheepish smile, "I know that twenty-eight is kind of old to be a virgin, but things just turned out that way. So I'm a little nervous."

"Sure, honey, I can understand that," Mark said soothingly, "but let me just ask you one question. Do you wanta be a virgin the rest of your life?"

Polly thought that one over. Sex had never been important to her before, but she realized now that she didn't want to die an old maid.

She wanted to know what all the excitement was about, why people seemed to be obsessed with fucking.

"No, Mark, I don't want to stay a virgin," she answered. "Will you please show me what to do?"

Mark broke into a great big grin. "Sure, honey," he said, "I'd be delighted. For openers let's get undressed."

Polly just did what he said and let him lead her. After all, she knew absolutely nothing about sex. Oh, she'd done some reading and knew all the parts of the body and what they were for, but she had no idea what a man and a woman could do to turn each other on and have fun together.

She took off her clothes, and so did Mark. He ogled her firm big tits and dainty dark bush, while she gawked at his strong, hairy, masculine body. She'd never seen a man naked before, and she found herself aroused and excited. Timidly she let her eyes drop to his cock, and then she gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Oh, my gosh," she breathed.

"What is it baby?" Mark chuckled.

"It's-Its so big," Polly said, her big brown eyes focused on his stiff prick.

"You act like you never saw a cock before," he laughed.

"I never did," she said.

"Jesus," he exclaimed, "let's go over to the bed, and you can have a closer look."

Polly appreciated that. She was fascinated with his cock. They stretched ot on the bed and she stared and stared at that solid slab of meat that looked so enormous to her. It seemed to be as thick as her wrist, and she wondered how she could ever take it into her untried cunt. But apparently women did that all the time and got off on it.

"I'll let you play with it later," Mark promised. "Right now there's something I wanna play with. You've got fantastic tits, honey."

His big hot hands cupped her ample tits and began to squeeze and stroke. Polly had never had her tits fondled before, and she really enjoyed it. Right away her big light-pinked nipples went rigid with lust and poked urgently into his palms. Her breasts swelled up, hot and engorged, and they throbbed as he caressed them. She realized that she was creaming floods of hot sticky cream.

"You like this?" Mark leered.

"Mmmmmmm, yes," Polly sighed.

"Here's something you'll like even more," he said.

He leaned close to her tits, stuck out his tongue and began to lick her nipples. Polly gasped, moaned and soaked her inner thighs with helpless bursts of cream. It felt fantastically good to have Mark's hot wet tongue lashing her sensitive engorged nipples. In just about a minute she was horny out of her mind.

Mark took his time, coating every inch of her long stiff nipples with his hot spit. Then he caught her left nipple between his lips and sucked it into ht steam heat of his mouth. He began sucking firmly on her nipple, giving her hot little stabs of pleasure, and she whimpered blissfully.

"Ooooo, Mark that feels so exciting," she cried.

He sucked one nipple, then the other, while Polly's pretty face twisted into a wide lusty grimace and she creamed helpless floods of hot juice. She'd have started dating a long time ago if she'd known that making out was so much fun! Finally Mark left her nipples and started licking and kissing his way down her body.

"What are you doing, Mark?" she gasped.

"I'm gonna eat your pussy, honey," he grinned, "and you're gonna love it."

He eased her thighs open and wriggled down between them, and Polly felt his hot breath fanning the moist naked flesh of her gash. He practically had his face in her pussy, and he was folding back his face in her pussy, and he was folding back the furry lips and gazing excitedly at the tender pink flesh. That was really kinky, Polly thought.

Then his big glistening tongue darted out, and she felt the most heavenly sensation she'd ever known. "Ohhh, my God, yess," she hissed.

She went totally limp and submissive as Mark licked her pussy. She let her legs fall wide open, offering him every inch of her virgin slit, and he proceeded to gobble it. His big hot tongue was everywhere, licking and lashing and tasting. He tongued up her musky cream as fast as he could get it.

It might be kinky, it might be crazy, but Polly loved it. She adored every second of his noisy, greedy pussy-eatin. She'd never felt anything nearly as good. His stiff tongue snaked into every hot fold and every little valley, giving her exquisite sensations. Helplessly she creamed all over his face.

"Ohhhhh, God, Mark, I love it," she sobbed. "Don't stop, please."

He didn't stop, and it got even better. He made his tongue long and stiff and started easing it up her cunt. Polly went wild, creaming in hot spurts, clawing the bed. She'd never had anything in her cunt before, and she loved the hot cramming sensation. He pushed his tongue into her as far as he could get it, then began fucking her with it.

"Unnnhh, shit, yes," she sobbed, "do it to me."

That stiff sawing motion excited hell out of her. If fucking felt anything like that, she could hardly wait to try it. As Mark's long rigid tongue reamed her virgin cunt, she creamed steadily, the molten liquid overflowing her pussy and gushing down the crack of her ass.

She felt the hot pleasure building steadily in her pussy.

"Do it to me, do it to meeee," she wailed.

Mark worked his stiff tongue faster and faster in her greedy little twat, and she arched her body to take the pistoning meat as deep as she could get it. Instinctively she tightened her cunt around his tongue, getting all the delicious red-hot friction she could. The pleasure was so powerful by now, she felt like she couldn't contain it much longer.

Then down in the depths of her cunt there was a violent explosion of pleasure that quickly rippled out to engulf of pleasure that quickly rippled out to engulf her whole body. She screamed in ecstasy and flooded Mark's face with a huge sizzling load of tangy come.

"Ohhhhh, God, unnnnnhhhh, whahhh!" she howled.

Her body convulsed and bucked, and Mark couldn't keep his tongue inside her, she was writhing so hard. He rose to his knees and watched her, his eyes focused hungrily on her wildly bouncing tits. When she finally went still and opened her eyes again, she looked at him wonderingly.

"What happened to me?" she asked. "Was that an orgasm?"

"That's right," he chuckled, "you came. You never had a climax before?"

Polly shook her head, "I sure didn't know what I was missing," she laughed.

"I'll see that you get off a lot more before this cruise is over," Mark promised. "But now you can play with my cock if you want."

"Oh, yes, please," Polly said eagerly.

He showed her how to handle that big slab of meat. He taught her how to pump it, lick it, suck it. Polly especially like the suckling. She had her mouth open wide, her lips hugely stretched, and she'd crammed as much as she could inside, more than half the length of his big hard dick. She sucked greedily on it, drawing the salty cream from his piss hole.

"Yeah, baby," he groaned, "you're gonna make a great little cocksucker."

He let her suck on his prick and eat his juice till he was almost coming. Then it was time for the big moment, time to lose her cherry – and Polly was more than ready. She kept her legs bent and wide open as Mark crawled between them and pressed the hugely swollen head of his dick against the tight virgin mouth of her cunt.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes, stick it in me, Mark!" she panted.

She was already creaming all over the fat purple head of his cock, eager for more. He began to ease it into her, being careful not to hurt her, filling her gradually but steadily with the thick throbbing pole of meat. Polly thought it was the most heavenly sensation she'd ever known. She creamed steadily and heavily as he went into her.

"Oooooooo, Mark, yessss," she hissed, "get into me, give me all of it."

At last he was all the way into her, his massive boner throbbing against every inch of her hugging cunt. He started fucking her in deep, slow, sensuous strokes, and Polly clung to him and sobbed with pleasure. He'd been careful to make her first fuck a great one, always arousing her, never hurting her, and she responded with cries of ecstasy.

"Ohhh, shit, I love it," she moaned, "I love the way your're fucking me, Mark."

He leered down at her and began to move his prick faster and harder in her exquisitively tight box. Gradually he increased the speed and force of his fucking, till they were going at it pretty hard, but Polly loved it. Her instincts took over, and she fucked right back at him, jerking her hips to his horny rhythm.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she babbled hoarsely.

It was only her first fuck, but she knew she could never get enough of it no matter how long she lived. She was hooked on sex from now on.

She just wondered how she'd gone twenty-eight years without it. Mark began to really hammer his rock-hard dick into her, and she wailed in bliss and soaked his jackhammering cock with boiling floods of pussy cream.

"Just a little more, honey," she whimpered, "I'm almost there."

"You and me both, baby," he growled.

She felt it again, that gigantic explosion of pleasure in the flaming depths of her cunt. She screamed as she began to come, and her cunt clamped and sucked around Mark's pistoning cock. "Awwww, fuck, awwww!" he roared, jetting his sizzling load into her.

After that she couldn't resist him, and they fucked like bunnies for the rest of the cruise. Polly could hardly remember what ports they visited. Nothing seemed more important than the fantastic pleasure Mark gave her with his fingers and tongue and cock. In those few days, he taught her all about love-making, and she was a straight-A student.

When the cruise was over and she'd said goodby to Mark, there was the excitement of moving to a new city and starting a new job. The post of head librarian at Hardwick School was very important and well-paid.

Polly didn't think about much else for a week or so. Then she started getting horny, so horny that she couldn't kee pher mind on her work.

Today, the first day of school, was the worst so far. As she sat at her desk reliving her delicious love-making with Mark, she got so horny, she could have screamed with frustration. She ached to come, but with no man to help her out, there was just one way for her to get off.

Polly blushed as she thought about it. She never masturbated before.

But this was an emergency. She truly felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't do something to relieve the boiling need in her pussy. She got up and walked to her assistant, Jeffrey, who was loading a book cart.

"Things don't seem too busy right now Jeffrey," she said, "so I think I'll take a quick break. Can you handle things for a few minutes?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said meekly.

Polly hurried to the woman's faculty lounge, and to her relief she found nobody else there. She locked herself into a stall, leaned against the wall, and tucked her skirt up. She slid a hand down inside her panties and touched the boiling wet flesh of her gash. She found the pulsating lump of her clit and began to rub it with her fingertip in a steady circular motion.

"Oooooo, yesssss," she breathed.

That was more like it. She was getting a steady buzz of pleasure from her throbbing joy as she rubbed. She moaned with relief. Her twirling finger was soon soaked with her uncontrollably seeping cunt cream as she masturbated herself toward the release she craved. If she could just bring herself off, maybe she could get her mind off sex for awhile.

But Polly knew this wouldn't end her problem. She was hooked on fucking now, she needed a man, and one session of playing with herself wasn't going to end that need. But Hardwick School was the worst place on earth to look for a sex partner. Students had been expelled, faculty fired, for even mentioning sex.

Well, she'd just worry about that later. Right now the important thing was to relieve her powerful desire and get back to work. Following her natural horny instincts, she rubbed her clit faster and faster. Her head lolled back against the wall, and she closed her eyes tightly, blotting out everything but the delicious sensations she was giving herself.

In another minute she was teetering on the edge of orgasm, and she knew she could bring herself off. She caught her soaked joy button between thumb and forefinger, and she gave it a firm lingering squeeze. It was just like pressing a magic button.

"Oooooo, shit, I'm coming, ooooooo!" the horny librarian wailed.

She came and came. Standing there with her molten come-juices pouring down her legs, her body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. Polly knew she was going to need good, regular sex from now on. Her hot need wasn't going to go away. But she was working at the most puritanical school in the country. How was she going to find a man?