Norma Egan
The naughty librarian

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.