Horny licking librarian

CHAPTER TWO

Polly thought long and hard about her dilemma that evening when she returned to the neat little house she was renting. She knew she'd go crazy if she didn't find a lover soon, but the question was how to find one. Hardwick School didn't seem to offer any candidates.

On the other hand, Polly thought, she couldn't be the only person in the whole school who was horny. There had to be some guy there who was secretly dying to get laid and he was the guy she wanted. But she couldn't very well advertise on the bulleting board. "Horny librarian seeks well-hung sex partner" – no, that just wouldn't do.

All she could do was check out each man she met and see if he was interested. She decided to start with the assistant librarian, Jeffrey Taylor. He was a couple of years younger than she was, a very shy and puritanical young man. If he was interested in sex, he sure was good at hiding it. But Polly was determined to find out. She had to start somewhere, and she knew Jeffrey better than any other male at the school.

The next day she wore her long hair down instead of in her usual prim bun. She wore a short skirt that showed off her nice legs, and she wore a tight-fitting sweater that accented her big thrusting tits. As she walked into the library she noticed a couple of male students flashing her quick appreciative glances. Too bad they were so young.

"Good morning, Jeffrey," she purred.

He looked up from his desk and stared at her, eyes travelling quickly to her large firm tits, then darting away again. "Uh, good morning, Miss Prentiss," he stammered, getting a little red in the face.

"Oh, please, call me Polly," she said, leaning close to him. "After all, we're going to be working together every day, so we might as well be friends, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am – I mean, Polly," he breathed.

He was attracted to her, all right. He tried to disguise it, but Polly could tell. Now question was, was she attracted to him? Robert Redford he wasn't. He was slender, wimpy, with plastered down hair and rimless glasses. But Polly told herself that none of this mattered as long as he had a hard cock and was ready for some fun.

She spent the rest of the day trying to turn him on. She brushed against him whenever she could, leaned low over his desk so he could see down her neckline, and when she talked to him she stroked his arm.

By quitting time the poor guy was practically panting every time she came near him. Polly figured it was time for her big move.

"Jeffrey," she said, "there's a number of books I want to take home, and I can't carry them all. Could I persuade you to bring some over to my house in your car?"

"Oh, of course, Polly," he said eagerly.

Polly grabbed a pile of books and thrust them into his arms. She drove home with him following her, getting more excited by the second. Her horniness was back in full force, even though she'd masturbated several times yesterday. She needed a stiff cock urgently. She just hoped of Jeffrey was prepared to take on the job.

He followed her into the house, carrying the load of books, and Polly had him set them on the dining room table.

"Thank you, Jeffrey," she purred, "you're an angel. Can I offer you a drink?"

"A glass of milk would be fine, Polly," he said.

Oh, terrific, Polly thought. But she smiled as she brought the milk, and she said, "Just make yourself comfortable in the living room, Jeffrey, and I'll be right with you."

She went to her bedroom and stripped naked. Then she took a nearly sheer black negligee from the closet and put it on, no bra or panties underneath. If that didn't give Jeffrey the right idea nothing would.

She strolled back into the living room, and when he saw her, his mouth dropped open and he nearly spilled his milk.

"Mmmmmmm, that's better," Polly purred as she sat down next him on the couch. "It's nice to get out of my work clothes."

Jeffrey's eyes were locked helplessly on the dark outline of her bush.

He stared and stared, and Polly began to wonder if he was even breathing. Finally, though, he gave her a big sigh and sat aside his milk glass. He cleared his throat, started to say something, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"I'd better leave, Polly," he said hoarsely. "I'm beginning to have wicked thoughts."

Polly was delighted, "Oh, are you, Jeffrey?" she said. "Tell me about them."

She slid a hand onto his knee and gave a squeeze. His eyes got huge.

She began inching towards his crotch. The closer she got to his cock, the harder he blushed. But he didn't protest or try to move away. And best of all, Polly noticed a growing bulge at his crotch.

"You don't have to be afraid with me, Jeff," she purred. "I'd just love to hear about your naughty thoughts. What's on your mind right now?"

"You-you won't tell anybody?" he asked hoarsely.

"Of course not," Polly smiled, "I could get in trouble, too. So this will just be our secret. Now tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking I'd like to take your clothes off," he admitted, blushing even harder.

"Why, Jeff, what an exciting idea," Polly cooed. "Go ahead."

He gawked at her for a second, as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. But his lust was too strong to be ignored. The bulge at his fly was enormous now, his cock fully engorged. He gave a low horny growl and reached for the belt of her negligee. He fumbled it open, drew the filmy gown aside, and gawked at her naked beody. Polly shivered with excitement and creamed heavily.

"You're beautiful, Polly," he sighed.

"Let me give you a better look, Jeff," she smiled.

She stood up and shrugged the gown off, letting it drift to the rug.

Jeff's eyes travelled hungrily up and down her tall, big-titted body.

She motioned him to stand up, and he did. She began to undress him. He was still blushing like mad, but he wasn't resisting anything she did or suggested.

The guy acted like a prude, but so did everybody else at Hardwick School that was how they kept their jobs. Now Polly was discovering that beneath Jeffrey Taylor's puritanical act there was a perfectly normal, horny guy. She was very relieved to find that out, because her need for a man was reaching the boiling point.

It took awhile to strip off Jeff's three-piece suit, but finally she had him down to his shorts, which were fiercely tented by his stiff cock. Polly paused and looked him over. Then she carefully removed his rimless glasses and set them aside. That improved his looks a hundred per cent. She inched down his shorts and helped him step out of them.

On her knees, removing the shorts, she let her eyes drift up slowly for her first glimpse of cock in over a month. She burned with lusty excitement when she saw his absolutely rigid prick. It hugged his belly and drooled glistening cream. Polly wanted that rock hard fuck tool in her cunt so badly, she could have screamed. Her fingers trembled as she fisted his hot throbbing boner.

"Mmmmmmm, what a gorgeous hard-on, Jeff," she purred.

"I just couldn't help it," he said hoarsely. "You really get me excited."

"No need to apologize, dear," Polly said, "It just so happens that I need one of these very badly. Why don't we go to our bedroom and be more comfortable?"

Before he could answer, she got up and started down the hall. She knew he'd follow. In fact the wimpy assistant librarian could hardly wait to get his hands on her. She had a hunch that once they were fucking, he wouldn't be wimpy any more. But she didn't want to rush. Mark had taught her how much fun foreplay could be.

She slid onto her bed and beckoned Jeff to follow. He did, and he went straight for her tits. Polly was surprised, because it was the first time he'd taken the initiative. He cupped her big hot tits and began feverishly squeezing and molding them. She settled back with a happy sigh. She loved having her tits played with.

"Mmmmmmmm, yes, Jeff, that's so nice," she purred.

He molded his big hot fistfulls of the silky flesh, and her nipples responded fast, growing into stiff nubs and poking into his palms.

Polly noticed that his cock was dangling like crazy as he fondled her tits. This guy was no puritan at heart, no matter how he behaved. He had some very healthy lust stored up.

"You're not married, are you, Jeff?" she asked.

"Not yet," he said hoarsely. "My fiancee and I plan to be married next summer."

"That's a long time to wait," Polly said, "Are you two making it?"

Jeff snorted with laughter and sounded kind of bitter. "Are you kidding? Debbie won't even let me kiss her except to say goodnight. She comes from a real strict family."

"And how long have you been engaged?" Polly asked.

"Three years," Jeff groaned. "Her parents won't let her marry me till I've started my career."

"So you have to wait till next summer to make love to her?" Polly said with a sympathetic smile. "Tell me, Jeff, just between us, what would you like to do with Debbie on your next date?"

Jeff gave a lusty growl and said, "I'd like to fuck her brains out."

His cock gave a lusty lurch as he spoke, and Polly reached down and curled her fingers around it. "Debbie's going to be a very lucky girl," he said. "You're really well hung."

Jeff beamed with pride. She wasn't just putting him on, either. He had a handsome big cock, and it was all ready for action. Polly loved pumping it and feeling it throb and drool in her fist. Meanwhile Jeff was having fun with her big ripe tits. He stuck out his tongue and began licking her nipples, coating them with his hot spit.

"Mmmm, yesss," Polly breathed.

It had been a month since she and Mark had made love, and that was too damned long. She'd been going out of her mind with all those hot sensations, and she could just take her time, seducing her young assistant slowly and deliciously. She gurgled with excitement as his hot juicy tongue lashed and tickled her supersensitive swollen nipples.

She couldn't stop creaming. She felt the molten liquid oozing steadily from her cunt and soaking her pussy and her inner thighs. She took Jeff's hand and guided it down between her legs. He shivered with excitement when he felt that steaming soaked flesh. She let go of his hand, indicating that he could do whatever he like down there.

"Play with my pussy, Jeff," she moaned, "I need it so bad."

"Oh gosh, Polly," he sighed, "it's hard to believe I'm not dreaming. I only made it with one girl before, and she was a hooker."

"You're not dreaming, Jeff," Polly grinned. "Believe me, this is for real."

She spread her thighs wide and gave him plenty of room to work in. He moved lower to stare at her juicy pink slit and its fine frige of dark curls. Obviously he'd never had the chance to explore a pussy before.

He ran his fingers all over the slick hot flesh, and Polly gurgled with delight. She adored having her pussy played with. But Jeff needed a few instructions, bot being familiar with the territory.

"See this?" she said, pressing a fingertip to the little hooded lump of her joy button. "That's my clit. That's where a girl is most sensitive. Give me your finger and I'll show you how to really turn me on."

Jeff eagerly offered his index finger, and she showed him how to saw it stiffly up and down over her most sensitive organ. The brisk firm motion gave her a continuous buzz of pleasure, and she gurgled happily as he did it to her. She soon soaked his pistoning finger with scalding pussy cream.

"Oooooo, Jeff, yesss," she squealed, "that feels great, don't stop."

"I'll do it as long as you want, Polly," he said adoringly.

That wasn't going to be long. She only wanted to come, and she was very close already. She tightened her hold on his cock and pumped it faster, her fingers slick with his dripping cream. He snorted with lust as she jacked him off and he masturbated her. The room echoed with their groans and their harsh panting as they both spun towards orgasm.

"Ooooooo, yes, keep doing it, Jeff, I'm gonna come," Polly moaned.

Both of them were way overdue for this. Poor Jeff had only been laid once in his whole life, in fact, and that just wasn't enough for a healthy, lusty young man in his mid-twenties. Polly intended to see that he left her house well taken care of. And of course she intended to be well taken care of herself.

She arched her body and greedily rubbed her lust-engorged clit against his sawing finger. She pumped his cock even harder, and it throbbed violently in her fist and drooled heavily. She could tell from his hoarse groans that he was within seconds of reaching climax. But he was even more horny than he was, and she got there first.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, God, yes, I'm coming!" she wailed as the delicious explosion rocked her body.

"Awwwwwww, Jesus, aaaggghhh!" Jeff yelled.

Big wads of hot come were shooting from his prick, and Polly saw them dizzily as she climaxed. She felt hot saliva rush to her mouth, and she remembered how much she'd loved the taste of Mark's jizz. She kept her fist firm around Jeff's exploding cock and directed the tasty stream toward her face. Opening her mouth wide, she caught a steaming mouthful of the stuff and savored it.

"Mmmmmmmm, ummmmmmm!" she moaned.

They finished coming, but they didn't stop playing with each other.

They both knew that their first climax had been just for openers. They were very horny people, and neither of them had other plans for the evening. Jeff went on rubbing Polly's clit, getting her hot and lusty all over again, while she went on pumping his cock till it swelled into another massive hard-on.

"Are you having more naughty thoughts, Jeff?" she teased.

He was a lot more bold now. "Yes," he leered, "wanta know what they are?"

"I sure do," she grinned.

"I want to stick my cock in you and fuck you crazy," he said, his prick lurching hard in his fist.

"Jeff, that's the best idea I've heard since I came to Hardwick School," Polly sighed.

She was through playing. Fun and games time was over, and it was time for serious fucking. She rolled onto her back, bent her legs, and spread them wide. Jeff snarled with horniness and mounted her, sinking down between her hot silky thighs. He pushed the hard engorged head of his prick into the wet hollow of her cuntal opening, plugging and stretching the little hole.

"Oh, shit, yes, honey," Polly squealed, "cram that big thing into me, give me everything inch of it."

Another lusty growl from Jeff, and then he was plowing his big rock-hard cock into her starving pussy hole. Polly let out a hoarse wall of ecstasy as he filled her with his throbbing meat. She soaked his prick with an enormous flood of molten cream. She felt his cock driving hard to her womb, and she clung to him and sobbed with bliss.

"Ohhhh, fuck, honey, that feels so damned good," she whimpered. "Now fuck me good and hard, Jeff, don't hold back."

Holding Jeff back would have been like restraining a runaway locomotive. He had as much lust stored up as Polly did, and there was no way he could be gentle or slow. He started fucking her like a pile driver, making her whole body shudder with the impact. But luckily that was exactly the kind of fucking Polly craved tonight.

"Unnnnhhhhm yes, motherfucker, fuck my brains out," she moaned.

She loved his hard-driving big cock, loved the way it reamed and crammed her famished little cunt. She hadn't been laid in a month, and it was heaven to feel a stiff cock inside her again. She lay there gurgling and moaning with delight as Jeff fucked into her with all his speed and strength. She soaked his pile-driving cock with an endless flood fo horny juices.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee," she wailed.

This fuck wasn't going to last very long. They were both too horny to drag it out. Jeff's ass jerked faster and faster, and Polly's pistoning hips kept the pace. She clung hard to him, greedily rubbing her swollen joy button against the rigid shaft of his cock, getting a steady jolt of pleasure that made her moan hoarsely.

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

She closed her eyes tightly, and a second later she felt that urgently-needed explosion in the depths of her cunt. Another second and she felt the boiling surge of Jeff's jism filing her womb.

"Unnnnnhhh, Jeff, you did it to me. I'm coming!" she wailed.

"Awwwww, fuck, shit, awwwww!" he roared.

When they finally rolled apart, Polly grinned at Jeff and said, "Doing anything tonight?"

"No," he grinned, "did you have something in mind?"

"I sure did, honey," she leered, "so why don't you stick around and see what it is?"