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The Repressed Librarian

By: Tdisk



It was the late afternoon on an October Sunday. Bill was naked- lying on his rumpled bed. It would be his turn to shower away the remnants of his 'afternoon delight' in a few minutes. They hadn't had full sex yet; he was making his virgin girlfriend, Sally, wait another week. Bill smiled as he lay in bed and thought about her. He could hear the water running in the shower and could visualize her naked as the water ran over her sensuous body. His cock stiffened from the image but his mind quickly flashed back to late August when he'd first met her.

He was a 24 year old grad student and she a 21 year old college senior at the same large University. As a frequent visitor to the University library all summer he knew the fall term would bring a large contingent of new part time staff. It would facilitate his research if he got friendly with one or more of the newbies so he needed to make an effort to check them out. 

On the first day of the term he'd noticed Sally as one of the numerous new young assistant librarians. In fact, he'd done more than notice her. He'd done a double take and mentally chuckled to himself that she looked like a 'spinster in training.'

Her skirt had been long and loose-ending just above the ankle. Above the waist she wore a shapeless sweater over a white blouse. As she moved about Bill did his best to assess her upper body. While the sweater was baggy it would hug her body a bit as she reached for the higher shelves. Bill concluded that she was reasonably fit but had the chest of a boy. Since he was a tit man this revelation was disappointing but didn't really matter as he couldn't imagine she held any potential as a girlfriend. She wore no make-up and her face was dominated by black framed eyeglasses. Her brunette hair was worn in a bun at the back of her head. All in all she personified the image of plain. She was the classic librarian- quiet, efficient and up tight as she diligently pushed a cart full of books around and re-shelved them in their coded spaces. Looks aside, she might be helpful with his research requests since she seemed to take her job so seriously. On the other hand, any fantasy he'd had of combining work and romance wasn't going to work with her. He'd keep looking for another librarian.

In the library about a week later Bill needed some help from the research desk. He found the next available assistant to be the new young woman he'd silently dissected and discarded from a distance. He felt guilty about his mental cruelty but as he stood just a few feet away his earlier assessment still seemed essentially accurate. Her name tag identified her as "Sally M". Up close, if one could ignore her ugly glasses, it was possible to see that her face was attractive but her overall appearance remained staid and non-sexual. He asked for her assistance and over the next few minutes found that she was a senior with her major in his field of study, history. Even though her interest was ancient history and his was centuries later he found she was quite facile in discussing potential research sources. She was easy to talk to and turned out to be very helpful in his research within the first thirty minutes- saving him half a day.

A few hours later as Bill left the library Sally was leaving at the same time. He held the door for her and they descended the stairs next to each other- both turning toward the right at the foot of the stairs and walking in the same direction. Bill felt he should say something before the woman thought he was stalking her. "Thanks for your help earlier. I'm headed to the café for coffee. Would you like to join me?"

Sally accepted his invitation saying that was also her destination. He introduced himself again and they made small talk as they walked the few hundred feet to the coffee shop. Their time together as they drank their coffee went quickly as they spoke of her courses and his two research projects.

On Bill's next visit to the library Sally assisted him with his research again and they agreed to meet and go for lunch later. As they walked and sat across from each other Bill studied Sally's face, body and movements. Her glasses were so prominent that he wondered why a young girl would have selected them. Contact lenses would change her face completely. Even if she couldn't wear contacts some frameless or light colored frames would give her face a much more attractive look. He imagined signing her up for a make-over and how she might look at the 'reveal'.

Visualizing her with no glasses, flowing hair and bold make up Bill felt like a pervert but he couldn't help but visualize her naked. Her flat chest was a negative but otherwise his mind imagined a fit and potentially sexy woman. His mind even flew off in an amusing fantasy- when he was wealthy he could buy her big breast implants and they'd live happily ever after. He knew this was sexist and crude but he still found it amusing. If she could read his mind she'd undoubtedly slap him and storm off. In fact, given her sexless appearance she'd probably call the campus police and report that he assaulted her.

Bill's fantasy ended and he dealt with reality. Sally was a very intelligent, pleasant young woman. He could enjoy a woman's friendship without sex- especially if she was of great value in his library work.

Each of them enjoyed their time together and as they parted agreed they'd like to have lunch again. No specifics were set since they knew they'd be seeing each other at the library. During the following week they seemed to bump into each other on campus and at the library almostgs but their schedules never synced up for lunch. every day. They shared coffee on two morninings.

The next week was a carbon copy of the first with lots of brief meetings- all of them pleasant. After several such chance encounters Bill asked Sally out to a casual supper on the upcoming Friday. He knew she worked at the library until 6 PM and offered to pick her up there.

In accepting his invitation Sally inquired where they'd be going. Bill was surprised at the question but said he thought they'd go to a small bistro he liked in the city about twenty minutes away. Sally said that sounded great and felt she needed to add, "I'm sorry about asking; it's just that I dress a little differently on campus and nearby. I'll explain on Friday." She asked that he give her 45 minutes to go home to change after work and then gave him her address so he could pick her up there. She explained that she rented an apartment in a female-only dorm style apartment house. Men weren't allowed past the lobby so he should simply wait in his car and she'd come out to him. He described his car and they were all set.

On Friday Bill arrived at her address and idled at the curb. Within a few minutes Sally was sliding into the passenger seat. Bill's eyes immediately noticed that Sally was wearing a skirt that ended above her knee. It wasn't short but it was noticeably different from those he'd seen her wear at the library. Her calves looked nice and he noted she was wearing sexy three inch heels- not the shoes he would have expected.

As Bill raised his face to greet her he was dumbstruck by Sally's chest. She was wearing a tailored shirt which revealed a distinct bust she'd never shown before. He instantly concluded that she must be wearing a heavily padded bra. He didn't know whether to be pleased by her effort to dress up for him or saddened by her feeling that she needed to pad her chest. As their eyes met an instant later Bill realized that Sally wasn't wearing glasses and had her hair down. Her face and hair were beautiful but he stumbled at complimenting her- afraid it would sound like a criticism of her normal look.

Sally sensed Bill was uncomfortable and salvaged the moment by lightly saying, "I guess I look a quite different than usual. I can explain that."

"Wow," was Bill's stupid sounding but sincere response. "You look great."

Sally said, "Thanks. There's a simple explanation. Well, simple is probably not the right word. Psychologically, there's a complex- probably weird explanation but I like to describe it as simple."

Bill kept his eyes on her- trying to stay focused on her face and not drop his eyes to her chest. She continued, "In high school when I developed a woman's body there were several boys who harassed me- nothing physical- just crude teasing that I couldn't handle.

"It was a very tough time for me. I was on the school swim team. After having two good seasons my times went up even though I was training hard. My coach essentially told me my breasts had gotten too big and I'd never be a great swimmer. Then she told me the principal wanted me off the team because my nipples were too obvious in my suit. The coach suggested we could pad the suit but she made it clear my times weren't going to be helped and all but asked me to quit which I did. Anyway, one of the junior guys overheard all of that. He told his friends and the guys all started making snide breast and nipple comments whenever they saw me.

"I begged my parents to let me transfer to the local Catholic school. After lots of tears and family drama they agreed. When I started at the new school I wore a spandex tube over my breasts rather than a bra, wore only loose tops, got big ugly glasses and kept my hair in a pony-tail. My boy problems disappeared. When I went to college I did the same thing and I've kept my image the same for four years at the library and around the campus and town."

Bill hesitated and then haltingly replied, "I don't know what to say. I'm sorry you had a problem and I guess I should say I'm happy you solved it but hiding your beauty for so long is...a little sad. I'm at a loss to know what I should say. Telling you I'd like you to look sexy would be selfish on my part but hiding yourself needs to stop sometime."

"I know. I know. You'll be pleased to learn that tonight is the first date I've had in years for which I tried to look nice. From our numerous encounters I concluded that you were not creepy and were someone that should see the real me."

"Not creepy," questioned Bill lightly. "Wow, I guess I should be proud. Is there any particular behavior I should avoid to stay off the creepy list? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Seriously, you're a beautiful woman. I'm sorry you've felt you needed to hide."

"I'm sorry, too. Let's go to dinner. I'll try not to act neurotic." She then joked, "But please understand if some guy makes a remark about my breasts or something I might go off on them."

Bill nodded and smiled. Internally he was torn between being thrilled that Sally looked so great and fearing she was a mental basket case. He could sympathize with her past bad experience but couldn't understand her multi-year reaction. As a guy he knew that he was probably being insensitive. He'd seen his share of crime shows on TV in which the raped woman is mentally devastated and the men are clueless. Still, Sally said the guys in high school hadn't touched her; they'd merely teased her verbally. She was certainly a bit overly sensitive- or crazy. Sooner or later he was bound to say the wrong thing. He wondered if there was any hope of a normal sex life with Sally or would she cut off his balls if he tried to fondle her tits. His dilemma was funny to a point but far from it if she really was crazy.

They arrived at the bistro and ordered drinks at the bar. Standing next to Sally gave Bill his first full view of her body and overall appearance. She was even more attractive then he'd thought in the confines of the car. Even though her top was not tight Bill could see the outline of very nice breasts. He guessed she was a "C" cup and marveled at how she'd looked so flat chested in all of their previous encounters. 

Without the big black eye glasses and with the addition of some make-up her face was close to beautiful. The pale lipstick she wore highlighted a very sensuous mouth that had previously been unremarkable. Her flowing hair was below shoulder length and looked incredibly soft and silky. He tried not to stare at her body but made numerous subtle tours up and down her 5' 6" frame. She had a great body and what looked like very nice legs. The skirt was still a little long for a full assessment but her legs from her feet to past her knees certainly looked good.

Bill felt he should complement Sally on how great she looked but remained nervous. He still didn't know how to handle her very fragile mind. He wondered whether he might have a future with her or would he find her too psychotic. After a slight hesitation he said, "I trust it isn't creepy to tell you how great you look. It's hard to believe you could transform yourself so much."

"Don't be afraid; I wanted to look nice for you. I know my past behavior was an over-reaction. You probably think I'm a real loon. Actually, for the past several years to some degree my lifestyle was laziness. It was easier to continue as the dull librarian than it was to fend off guys."

After a second round of drinks the couple moved to a table for dinner. Sitting across from her Bill enjoyed Sally's beauty and continued to wonder how she could have lived for several years in denial of her looks. He assumed she had contact lenses in place of her missing eye glasses and was shocked to learn the glasses were simple glass- they weren't corrective lenses. She admitted that she just wore them to discourage male attention. She volunteered that she still routinely wore a constrictive sleeve over her breasts under her loose tops. She confessed that the sleeve was uncomfortable but something she'd gotten used to.

Bill did a lot of nodding but avoided saying very much. He feared any comment about her breasts might be humorous or playfully suggestive to him but 'creepy' to her. The fact that Sally had nice breasts but had hidden them for years was definitely odd to the extreme. Every girl he'd ever dated was either proud of her tits or had whined that she wished they were bigger. He couldn't imagine a girl having a nice rack like Sally's and deliberately compressing it.

Bill wondered if he'd ever get to see Sally's tits and play with them. Would she ever wear a tight top or perhaps wear a tee with no bra? Her past behavior made her forbidden tits all the more appealing. They were now a challenge; the mountaintop that lures the climbers. Sally was about 21 or 22; he might be the first person to see her tits and if he was lucky, the first guy to enjoy them with his hands and mouth. That thought was exciting.

Sally continued to explain her admittedly unusual behavior and concluded by saying she expected to continue her bland look through graduation; after four years looking as she did she'd be too embarrassed to change all of a sudden. After graduation she'd dress as a normal woman. In fact, she boasted she'd already gone on a job interview as herself. Bill felt relieved. It seemed that maybe Sally wasn't crazy.

Bill commented that it was great that Sally seemed ready to 'come out' as the beautiful woman she was. He added that he felt very lucky to be one of the first to be with the real Sally.

"Not one of the first; the first and only." Sally added that she trusted that Bill would keep her secret since on campus she would continue to dress as the bland librarian. Bill nodded his agreement but suggested that she consider gradually loosening up. Perhaps she might give up her glasses and tell anyone that asked that she had surgery or got contacts.

Sally smiled and said that was a possibility. "You really don't like my glasses, do you?"

Bill admitted that they definitely hid her beauty. "It might be shallow of me but you really are two different people with and without the glasses."

Sally smiled saying that was the idea; she'd picked the boldest glasses she could find and thought of them as a 'man repellant'.

A friend of Bill's stopped at the table which interrupted their conversation. He sat down and had a drink while they ate their dinner- thus relieving Bill from the pressure of the couple's awkward conversation. They enjoyed the rest of the evening which included a romantic walk through a park near the bistro.

At the front door of her apartment house Bill hugged Sally and kissed her goodnight with some passion which she seemed to share. Bill walked back to his car feeling there might be a future with Sally but still intimidated by her apparent fear of men.

On Monday Bill noted that Sally's librarian look was back including her glasses. When they met for lunch that day Bill observed, "I hoped you were going to lose the glasses after having imaginary eye surgery. I guess you weren't ready."

"I am. In fact I asked my boss for Wednesday and Thursday off so I could have my eyes done. It was hugely embarrassing when she questioned having them both done at the same time and I had to ad lib that only one needs correction."

Bill smiled and questioned, "Which one?"

"My left, if you must know."

"Well, that's what happens when you lie. You have to make up more lies."

Sally continued, "I told my boss I had met a guy who hated my glasses and insisted that I have surgery even though I was scared to death. She told me I should dump him if he was so controlling."

"He sounds like a real bastard. Did you tell her that he also loves natural breasts- neither enhanced nor shrink wrapped- just natural?"

"No. I don't discuss my breasts with my boss or co-workers. No one but you has any idea that I have breasts. I did tell her that I liked dating a guy who was dominant and in control."

"Well, I for one am very glad you were honest with me- and I'm glad you have breasts. You really should loosen up sexually. I know that sounds very self-serving but I think it's also what's good for you."

Sally smiled and said that she wasn't as sexually repressed as he thought. After checking around to confirm they had privacy she said, "Since I'm being open with you I should probably mention that under my plain clothes I usually wear a sexy thong or bikini panties. I've always done that as my secret sexual gesture but now I'll do it as a tease for you. You'll be the only one in the library that knows what's under my long granny skirt. Today it's a blue silk thong." 

Bill gave her a wide-eyed stare. With her librarian look he'd not suspected she might wear sexy lingerie and was certainly surprised that she felt comfortable enough with him to mention it.

"Okay. Now I'm totally at a loss to know what to say. How am I supposed to avoid being thought of as creepy when you tell me about your sexy panties?"

"You're right. I'm giving you mixed messages. In a nutshell, the real me has a strong sexual side. I'm inexperienced but think about sex quite a bit. For the past several years I've hidden that to the outside world. I like you and trust you. I'm thinking I'd like to experiment sexually with you if you don't mind my inexperience. I don't know where to start and would love to just put my sexual future in your hands."

Bill said, "Okay. As a horny guy I'd love to take you up on that but with the reaction you had to past creepy behavior I have to worry that you might change your mind and... well, either go to the cops or cut off my balls or something. You can understand that, right?"

"Yes, I've frightened you with my past over-reaction to some crude teenagers. I've matured. Would it help if I assured you that for the past couple of years I've just been lazy. I haven't been afraid." Sally leaned forward and reached across the small table placing her hand gently on Bill's. In a low voice she said, "In fact, I fantasize a lot about sex with men- over the past month with you in particular. When I've masturbated thinking about you I've never taken a knife to your balls or even threatened them."

Bill smiled at her seductive statement replying, "That's a good start. This is going to sound weird but let's just take it slow. Let's put any sex off for a while."


The Repressed Librarian Ch. 02



Bill met Sally in the library on Monday afternoon following their weekend of sexual play. When he was sure they had privacy he asked if she was still okay with everything they'd done on Saturday and Sunday. She assured him that she was but he pressed by saying, "I just don't want you to hate me; are my balls still safe?"

Sally smiled and replied, "I've grown up quite a bit lately. I didn't threaten your manhood over the weekend, did I? I've read more than my share of porn and I think I now have a liberal view of sex. I'm not the scared teen that I once was."

"That's the second time you've mentioned porn. Do you actually read true porn or just pirates and 'bodice ripper' stuff?"

I've got to get back to work; perhaps I'll see you later and give you an answer."

About an hour later Sally stopped at the carrel Bill was using and dropped a note on the desk. It read, "Aisle 14, 2nd floor West, 3 PM".

Bill was intrigued and immediately checked his watch. He had about 30 minutes to wait.

The minutes passed slowly. At 2:55 Bill decided to walk up to the 2nd floor and find the designated place. He didn't want to be late. Arriving there he found Sally shelving books in the next aisle. She came to him with a small paper in hand which she pressed into his. In a hushed tone she said, "These are the index numbers for several books I've recently read. You'll find them all in this section and over in aisles 15-16. You can decide whether they're porn or literature or something else. I've been very open about my secrets; tomorrow at lunch I'd like to learn of your secrets- including your sexual proclivities." With that Sally returned to her book cart and pushed it to the other side of the floor where she resumed her work.

Bill was stunned but was drawn to the note in his hand. Over the next 15 minutes he located the five books identified and skimmed through each to get a good sense of their content. The first book was about the Marquis de Sade. It was a novel written as if by a woman who had been one of his lovers. A quick glance at a page revealed an explicit bondage scene. The second book was a collection of short stories- all following the BDSM theme. Another book was a novel from the 1800s featuring an exclusive brothel. Glancing at a few pages revealed a very explicit depiction of sexual acts including bondage and anal. 

The other aisle contained modern books that seemed to reflect the general fields of personal growth, 'how to be healthy' and the like. The first identified book he found was entitled, "A Young Woman's Secrets". It featured instructive chapters such as '"Be the best at Fellatio", "So you like to submit?" and "Being Trained for pleasure". The last book on Sally's list was also intriguing. It was entitled, "Giving it Up; Virgins can be sexy from the very first time." From the back cover it seemed to suggest sexy lingerie-especially corsets- coupled with a submissive willingness to accept your lover's control was a great way to lose your virginity.

Bill smiled. For such an uptight person Sally was certainly opening herself up to him. The challenge to him was not to blow it. Focusing on the last book title he drew the obvious conclusion that Sally was ready to have sex. With all of her research and recent experimentation she wasn't likely to have second thoughts or otherwise wind up unhappy if he fucked her. He also liked the suggestion that she wanted him to take control of their sex life. Lingerie and corsets brought new and arousing images of his librarian to his mind and stirred his cock.

They went to lunch the next day. Bill knew he was expected to comment on her books so he said, "I was really surprised- and rather turned on- by your book selections. Your staid librarian image sure has some major cracks." Sally smiled and nodded. 

Bill continued, "I'm assuming you've thought about the kinky sex described in those books but not actually done it."

Sally blushed and said, "I haven't done anything- well except by myself and what we've done together. I've also read a number of e-books- the explicit self-published ones that are very short. They featured bondage, corsetry, anal sex and various other kink. I've never done any of those things but I enjoy fantasizing about some practices outside of the norm and -with the right person- I'm open to exploring my sexuality."

This earned a questioning look from Bill but Sally short circuited his thoughts by saying, "I've been very candid with you. It's time for you to expose yourself...oh no, I mean it's time for you to tell me about your secrets."

"You mean if I have any," Bill replied.

"You might not think of them as secrets. What I'm saying is... well, the kinky things in the books I've read...aren't exactly mainstream. Are those things you do or would like to do or do you think they're weird...sick...or dirty?"

"Oh, I understand. Well, I didn't read the books you listed but from the skimming I did I'd say those things would be very appealing to me. I didn't check all of the practices the books included but I've probably done some of the things you call 'kinky' and would love to do the rest if I had a willing partner."

Sally was blushing and leaned in to him so she could whisper, "I haven't done anything but I want to. I'd like to be your willing partner."

Bill nodded his approval and said, "Okay then. We seem to be on the same page but... let's deal with the basics first- kink can come later. You've made it clear that you want to have intercourse and you've expressed a certain desire to have me take charge of things so that's what I'll do. You won't be a virgin much longer.

"I'll pick you up at 7 PM on Saturday for dinner at the bistro and 'Deflowering' after. Wear some of your sexy lingerie and the shortest skirt or dress you have. On top try to find something that's snug so I can enjoy your breasts across the table during dinner. Bring your toothbrush and any other essentials; you'll stay the night so we can be sure you're fully and thoroughly deflowered. As we've said practice makes perfect. Seriously, you should stay just in case you have emotional or physical things you want to talk about. Oh, and I can attend to shaving you on Sunday morning."

"You're on. Should I bring a nightgown or are you going to make me sleep naked after ripping my hymen?"

"Hmmm...neither. I think you should wear one of your silky thongs as a nightgown- leaving you otherwise available and on display for me. I loved seeing you in just the tiny panties when we took off your bra the other night. Just that little bit of cloth seemed to accentuate your chest and gave you an all-over very sexy look." Sally blushed but was smiling as she visualized herself walking around his bedroom and sleeping next to him naked except for a thong.

They got together on Wednesday afternoon at Bill's apartment. He set the rules: there'd be no actual sex- just oral. He'd give her some instructions on improving her oral technique and she'd practice.

The encounter started off strangely since Sally came to his place directly from the library. This meant she was in full librarian mode with her hair in a tight bun, her breasts compressed in elastic under a shapeless top and a loose skirt to her ankles. Bill hadn't thought about how she'd look and it took him a few seconds to overcome his disappointment. Of course, his mind soon came around to the notion that her clothes were simply clothes and there was a sexy woman's body underneath. In another few seconds he was thinking that he was going to enjoy unveiling her body even more than when she dressed nicely. Taking the prudish and plain librarian and exposing her for the sexy well shaped woman she was would definitely be fun.

He quickly loosened her hair and removed her top skirt and matronly shoes. He couldn't get over how the tight Lycra body sleeve crushed her tits and made her look flat chested. There was a soft swell in the sleeve but no distinct breast shape. He asked her to turn around slowly so he could get a better look at her. He expressed concern that she might be damaging the health of her breasts and she assured him her doctor had said it was okay. Bill was tempted to make a joke about feeling odd at kissing a boy but thought better of it- changing the words spoken out loud to how anxious he was to unwrap her great body.

He peeled the Lycra top down and left it momentarily at her waist. Releasing her breasts was pure pleasure for both of them. She rubbed her hands over her tits as they came free while he stared. She told him to wait for a minute while she awakened her skin and helped her blood circulation. He enjoyed watching her fondling herself and could feel his cock stiffening.

He then took over - palming her tits and fondling them roughly. She chastised him for leaving the constrictive garment bunched around her and he grabbed it again. He worked it down over her hips with some difficulty and then quickly brought it to the floor where she could step out of it. Bill sneered at the stretchy thing muttering how unnatural it was and tossed it to a nearby chair. 

He then returned his hands to Sally's breasts and said that they shouldn't be treated the way Sally did- they should be displayed proudly so that he and everyone else could appreciate her natural sexy body. After a few minutes of assaulting her with his hands Bill's mouth enveloped her left nipple and his fingers toyed with her right. Sally jerked with arousal at the first touch of his mouth. She loved his mouth on her nipple. Pleasure evolved into growing sexual excitement.

She reached out to hold his head at her left breast. Her breathing deepened and became more ragged as Bill's mouth devoured first one nipple and then the other. She loved having a man's lust focused on her breasts; she'd never dreamed it could feel so good. Sally's hand dropped to her Venus Mound and she rubbed her lower Mound over her pubic bone. Her arousal built up as she pushed her nipple into his mouth and enjoyed his hand on her opposite tit. Her orgasm came in less than a minute- causing her to freeze and virtually stop breathing as her excitement morphed into satisfaction and then exhaustion. She released Bill's head but grasped his shoulders for support as she slowly regained a modicum of strength.

Bill gave her a little time to recover. He then stood and asked her to undress him. His cock was soon bouncing in the air. He said, "This is no time for a big lesson but let me give you a few hints." Bill pointed out the area under the head of his cock and explained how that was the most sensitive spot on his body. He outlined a few tips that might enhance her oral sex technique and then invited her to experiment. He mentioned that he wasn't as fragile as her past touches seemed to suggest, "You can be much more firm in your handling of my cock. You won't hurt it."

Sally promptly reached out to finger his balls and trailed her fingers up and down his shaft. Her recent experience coupled with Bill's tips gave her greater self-confidence. Within seconds it was clear that that her fingers were delivering more pleasure to Bill than her previous efforts. As she touched him Sally taunted, "So you want me to be rougher with you? Should I buy a black leather corset and long leather gloves? Do you want me to dominate your cock or simply manhandle it a bit?"

Bill quickly clarified that he hadn't meant to suggest black leather- although the image of her was very sexy. "'Firmer' doesn't mean I want you to punish my cock; just don't be afraid that you'll break it. The skin is actually very sensitive so 'manhandle' isn't what I was inviting either."

Sally smiled and firmly grasped the shaft of his cock saying, "I guess I'll just have to practice. I'll eventually find out what drives you crazy." Sally dipped her head down and ran her tongue over his balls before cradling them in her fingers. Bill stiffened and gasped with arousal which prompted Sally to observe, "I think I'm going to be good at this." Her tongue played with his balls and shaft as her fingertips teased him. Bill's grunts and groans reflected the great pleasure she was giving him with only a few 'yips' from a pinch or two that had hurt.

After several minutes Sally engulfed the head of Bill's cock getting it wet with saliva. She then pulled back and positioned herself so that Bill could watch when her mouth touched him. She looked up and made eye contact, saying, "I want you to watch your cock and what I do to it until you cum. I'm going to watch your face. Don't close your eyes; watch my mouth and tongue. If I spill any of your seed you can spank me later."

Keeping her mouth open and close to his cock head she maneuvered the tip of her tongue all around the head of his cock. Her mouth closed and then moved over him to deposit more saliva and then her tongue resumed its teasing exploration- all while she watched him watching her and getting more excited. 

Finally Bill said, "Fuck. I'm so close. You're so sexy you can't possibly be a librarian anymore. Friction- I need more. I need you to be rougher."

Pausing for a few seconds, Sally whispered, "No, that's what you need to cum right now. I'm going to keep you on the edge for another minute or so. Your cock will explode when it just can't contain the pressure and I'm going to be watching you as we slowly get to that point."

Bill moaned and said, "You don't need a black leather corset; you've got some Dom genes buried in your repressed librarian's mind." As instructed Bill stared at Sally's mouth as it varied its touches from kisses to saliva drenched tongue baths while her fingers occasionally trailed up his shaft but largely caressed his balls. Bill eventually got to the brink- he could feel the pressure in his shaft change as his cum moved up slowly toward the tip. He warned her before he came and she closed in with her mouth while still keeping her eye contact. When he finally erupted his hands clasped her head to hold her in place as he groaned with his release. She handled his cum perfectly- swallowing it all and not spilling a drop. 

Bill praised her improved skills and begged for a minute's rest. After a half minute Bill had recovered enough to pay attention to sally's needs. Positioning Sally on her back with her legs spread and her knees bent Bill moved between her legs. He kissed her upper thighs and slowly moved closer and closer to her wet pussy. His tongue explored her lips- bringing Sally's ass at least two inches off the bed with excitement. His left hand reached around her hip and he pushed her down and held her there. His mouth continued to pleasure her as she writhed with passion and uttered a variety of words, expletives, and noises. 

As his mouth explored her pussy Bill's right hand reached up and toyed with her left nipple. After a bit he trailed his hand down her side and enjoyed feeling her hip. Gradually his hand caressed her ass along with her hip and then moved under her. It took some repositioning but Bill was finally able to bring two fingers to her pussy while his tongue neared her clit. As his fingers entered her he moved his tongue around her clit vigorously for the first time. The combined sensations brought Sally's excitement to the peak and her body was shattered by a massive orgasm- one that she later called her best ever. After 15 seconds of sexual paralysis Sally's body went virtually limp and she muttered a soft, "Wow."

The afternoon had to end soon after that as Bill had a dinner commitment with an Advisor. He watched with discomfort as Sally got dressed in her constrictive sleeve and dowdy clothes. He walked her home- marveling at the contrast between her two personas. 

When Saturday evening finally arrived Bill was excited that the couples' sexual relationship was about to be consummated. She'd come a long way but this final step was obviously a big one. Once she surrendered her virginity he was confident they'd have sex routinely and the strange behavior of her past would be history. He'd still have to see her on campus in her staid librarian disguise for a few months but when they were away from campus she'd look and act like the sexy woman she was. He didn't want to get ahead of himself but he was also very intrigued by her apparent willingness to explore BDSM and other kink. Fucking her the first time was the first step.

Sally was looking forward to the evening as well. She knew her past behavior had been mentally unhealthy and was thrilled that it hadn't scared Bill away. She couldn't wait to wrap her legs around him and feel his cock buried in her. They were also likely to eventually try some kinky sex. She'd already done some on line searching for where to buy leather cuffs and nipple clamps. She hadn't purchased anything as it would have gone unused but that might change soon. Even though she was still a virgin she fantasized more about bondage and submissive, kinky sex than she did about the basics. Her secret thoughts were far ahead of her body's experience. She needed to get fucked the first time. Everything else would follow.

Bill loved the little black dress she wore. It wasn't super short but the fabric was thin and seemed to mold to her body. When he complemented her on the dress she beamed and said she'd wanted to look special for him. In her best sultry voice she added, "I bought a sexy black bra, panty and garter belt to give you an extra treat. I've never worn a garter belt and stockings before. I felt very wicked getting dressed and looking at myself in the mirror."

Bill smiled at the mental picture and thanked her. 

Sally then added, "My lingerie is definitely an invitation to fuck. Ohhh, I can't believe I just said that word out loud to describe what I want you to do to me."

"I'm visualizing your body in your inviting lingerie and getting hard from the image. Hearing you use the 'F' word to describe what you want me to do made me twice as hard."

"I'm glad. I want you hard and myself wet; I think we're all set on both counts."

Bill paused and said, "Not to change the subject but thinking of you in a sexual context makes me also think of your anti-sexual school appearance. Are you really going to strap down your tits for the rest of the school year?"

"I have to. It would be too embarrassing to grow tits overnight. Everyone would think I got a boob job or I'd have to explain my past weirdness. Either would be too embarrassing."

"Okay. I understand. If the notion of breast augmentation is so embarrassing you could blame me. Tell them your new boyfriend demanded you get "DD"s but you insisted on being more modest. Your boss already thinks I'm a bastard for making you have eye surgery. Just imagine if she thinks I demanded surgery for big tits."

"Yes, but she's the only one. And eye surgery is different. I'm not going to announce imaginary breast surgery to the world and blame you. I can't go from my image as a quiet librarian to that of a bimbo."

Bill joked, "You're not a bimbo; nobody would think that just because you got implants. For that you'd need more than breasts- you'd need to wear low cut tops and stiletto heels. I could help you shop if you want to try the bimbo look."

Sally gave him an exaggerated fake smile and replied, "No, thank you. I'm not getting imaginary implants just to satisfy your notion of how I should look and I have no desire for the bimbo look. I spend most of my free time working in a library. It's not a very sexy place. I don't think my appearance there is all that important. When we're together in the city or at your place I'll be sexy for you."

"Okay. I give up. Wrap your breasts up when you're on campus if you insist but it really is a crime against nature."

Sally paused and then said awkwardly, "Do you really wish I had DD tits?"

"No. I was exaggerating my evil nature; demanding that you get your breasts enhanced to a "C" cup wouldn't have be dastardly enough. Your natural tits are great and I can't wait to have my hands on them."




The Repressed Librarian Ch. 02



When their dinner was done the couple hurried out to Bill's car for the drive to his apartment. As he drove Bill's hand meandered up and down Sally's left thigh and he told her how much he loved her stocking clad legs. She was turned on by his touch and observed that she could see herself wearing stockings for him regularly if he liked them so much. Bill was thrilled.

"Your legs feel great and my mind keeps visualizing the small area of soft flesh above your stockings that flanks your panties. If I didn't have to concentrate on driving my hand would be up there and would be playing with your pussy."

"Oooh, you just made me wetter. I can't wait to have you touching me there."

Once they were in his apartment Bill hugged and kissed Sally passionately. His hands ran over her thighs and up over her ass feeling the outline of her garters and stocking tops. He'd never had a date wear a garter belt and stockings for him but it was definitely among his fantasies. He was thrilled that Sally had purchased and worn such sexy garments without his asking.

He told her again how excited he was about her lingerie as he started to unzip her dress. She was caught up in his excitement and was anxious to exhibit herself to him. As the dress fell away she posed for him using her fingers to suggestively touch and display her black panties and garter belt. She was proud to point out that she had planned ahead; the panties were on top of the garter belt so he could remove the panties while leaving the stockings and belt in place. Bill was impressed with her knowledge of such things and she boasted that she'd learned lots of sexy things from her reading and from watching some videos. Bill dropped to a crouch and ran his hands up and down her legs as he assisted in untangling her feet from her dress and throwing it to the side.

Bill's hands explored her hips and gradually moved up to her tits which bulged out of a black version of the sexy demi-cup bra she'd worn for him before. His palms cupped her breasts. The weight of them and the subtle bumps of her large nipples rubbing on his palms felt great and enhanced his mental image of her tits. The nipples in particular were fantastic. That those succulent nipples had embarrassed her and caused her to wrap her tits everyday was truly sad. However, that's what preserved her virginity for Bill. Her bad experience had produced his good fortune. He felt guilty but he loved that he was going to be sally's first lover.

His fingers traced the top edge of the bra as he murmured his approval of her lingerie and told her how sexy she looked. The naked soft flesh above the bra contrasted dramatically with the black fabric. The bra was thin enough to permit her nipples to make distinct bulges in the silky fabric. He told her how he loved that little sexual tease and how he absolutely loved her big nipples. Sally blushed at his words but loved hearing them. She could see the bumps and it was strangely arousing to realize they turned him on. She decided to buy other bras made with even thinner material.

He took her hand and walked her to his bedroom. In the scant light from a small lamp Sally immediately noticed the comforter had been removed and the top sheet turned down. Stopping her next to the bed Bill gestured for her to stay while he reached for a lighter and quickly lit several candles that he'd placed around the room. He then hit a button on an I-Pod like device which filled the room with soft background music.

Returning to her side Bill again kissed and hugged Sally. She was struck by the loving preparations he'd made. His hard cock against her belly felt like lust but that was tempered by the romantic atmosphere he'd sought to create. He was going to take her physically but it wasn't going to be just fucking. She'd picked this guy as 'not creepy' but he was much more than that. Sally reveled in being the object of such a nice guy's attention.

Before she knew it Sally was on her back on the bed and Bill was unhooking her bra. His mouth descended on her left nipple and her body spasmed with excitement as his teeth scraped lightly against her taut nub. He sucked on her and she sighed with pleasure. His hands grabbed and caressed her all over- she could feel the lust in his touch and was excited by it. She was particularly turned on by how he grabbed her hips and fondled her ass. She thought of those areas as surrounding her sex and being the center of her female body where she could conceive and carry a baby. His rough attention to these areas while he sucked on her nipple made her feel womanly which added to her excitement. The notion that his cock was soon going to fuck her was the ultimate turn on.

The fingers on Bill's left hand caressed her Venus Mound and then slipped under the small fabric triangle of her thong. They gradually found their way to her wet core which had blossomed in readiness for sex. She loved feeling his fingers as they explored her well lubricated sex while his other hand remained on her ass. Her hips rose up to grind against his palm seeking pressure on her excited clit. Her deep breathing added to the atmosphere of sexual arousal that enveloped them.

Bill subtly spread Sally's legs and started to move between them while still playing with her pussy. She was aware of his movement and aroused by the implications. Slowly Bill removed his fingers and guided his cock to her opening. Her wet pussy welcomed him but Sally tensed at his first contact. He pushed slowly ahead assuring her there was nothing to fear. 

He thrust into her. She gasped and grimaced as she endured a sharp pain deep inside. Bill paused- buried about half way in. He'd just taken his first virgin. His ego loved the thought and her tight pussy felt incredibly good. Sally smiled broadly and said, "Thanks, I think I've officially grown up. It didn't hurt too much. Go slowly for a little bit and then fuck me however you want."

He completed his first full thrust and then withdrew slowly. The in and out cycles were repeated at a slightly faster pace. Sally writhed under him and grasped at the bedsheet muttering, "Yes...Yes..." as she began to enjoy her first time. Her passion grew and Bill responded by increasing the strength and depth of each thrust. Her legs wrapped around his as she strove to pull him deeper.

All too soon Bill found he couldn't control his excitement and knew he was going to cum quite soon. He was embarrassed as he cried out, "Too good...I'm sorry but I can't stop it..."

Sally was initially confused as to why Bill was apologizing but quickly caught on as his climax hit him and he thrust into her one final time and froze at the deepest point of his penetration. His body then seemed to shut down. She could sense he was trying to keep going but lacked the strength. She hadn't cum but felt contented. Indeed, she felt powerful and sexy at the thought that she'd so quickly taken Bill from lusty young man to shrinking shell. It would have been better if he'd lasted longer but the experience had been great. She was no longer a virgin; that was the most important thing.

Bill suggested that if they had sex more regularly he'd last longer. He said he'd just been too pent-up and excited about taking her virginity. She smiled at his self-serving attempt to get more sex but thought she'd like that too so she wasn't going to complain.

Sally stretched and pointed out that even if his cock was out of service perhaps he could use his fingers and mouth to finish what he'd started. She said she wasn't complaining but he'd gotten her turned on and then left her hanging. "I don't think you'll mind if I say 'please suck on my tits.'"

Bill immediately reached for her breast with one hand and clasped his other on her Venus Mound. He enveloped one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently. Within a minute Sally's excitement was re-ignited and she was nearing orgasm. Bill's teeth lightly scratching her left nipple pushed her over the edge and she tossed about with a huge orgasm. Bill was relieved of his guilt as Sally assured him she was sated.

Bill observed that his cock was experiencing some new life. While it wasn't close to being as rock hard as it had been earlier he told Sally that some attention by her hands and mouth would almost certainly gain her a new hard lover who could last inside her much longer. Sally was tired and considered not accepting his challenge but knew this might be the best way to get the 'thoroughly fucked' feeling she'd hoped for.

Her fingers reached down and began to play with his cock and balls. He was semi-hard. This was a new feeling to her since he'd been fully engorged the few times she'd touched him before. She hadn't realized men were sometimes like this; she'd thought of them as either soft or hard. She guessed he might be almost firm enough to penetrate her but getting him harder would make it better for both of them. She didn't know how long that task would take and was a little intimidated by her lack of expertise. Was she going to be nimble enough with her fingers to get him hard? What if he went soft because she wasn't very good?

Sally decided that her mouth might help with his cock head and that would free up her fingers to toy with his balls. She lowered her head to his cock and soon had his cock in her mouth. She quickly realized that his cock tasted different and that his new flavor reflected the juices from her pussy. That she'd transfer her moisture to his penis had never occurred to her. The taste was okay but the thought that she was licking herself off of a cock that had fucked her was hugely exciting. Her excitement seemed contagious and his cock was getting noticeably firmer as she teased him. His growing firmness was mentally rewarding and erotic for her. She'd never felt a cock getting hard before and that she was doing it made her feel sexy.

Soon Bill interrupted her thoughts by announcing he felt ready. His hands gently moved her head off of his cock and repositioned her body to be prone on the bed. He mounted her again in the missionary position mentioning that they'd try other positions in the future.

Sally's body remained wet and welcoming to his penetration which allowed him to make one long deep thrust until his balls hit her lips. Sally groaned at being skewered so well on his initial entry. It was much sexier than the halting starts and stops of their first coupling. Of course, she guessed she was also enjoying the absence of fear and uncertainty associated with every woman's 'first time'. 

Having a hard cock plunge all of the way into her felt fantastic. The withdrawal and powerful re-entry were just as good. She made appreciative noises which combined unintelligible grunts and groans with a few "yes" and "oh God" exclamations. Sally realized that in a very real sense this was her first true fuck. Each partner was enjoying the moment without all of the baggage that had detracted from the first time. It was great.

Independently and unknown to Sally, Bill had many similar thoughts. He was finally getting to fuck his conservative librarian. The tits that she'd hidden for years were swaying up and back dramatically as he plowed into her wet pussy. She wasn't so staid now; her body was loving his cock. That was obvious from her words, her facial gestures and her body's movements. She was loving every second of being fucked and he was getting off on watching her as well as feeling the exquisite tightness of her pussy on his cock.

Since he'd cum before Bill was able to last much longer. This gave him the ability to experiment with slightly different angles and paces. After a while he slid his left hand under Sally's ass cheek. This gave him the sense that he could fuck her harder and he plunged into her. Sally reacted with a scream as she felt his new force and depth and had the sense that he'd just taken full control of their sex. She was his to be taken in any way he wanted- she loved surrendering to him. After two or three thrusts Sally was pushed over the edge to orgasm- wildly writhing against Bill and chanting, "Yes...Yes...Fuck me hard..." He continued to hold her ass as he plowed in and out - relishing how she felt and taking pleasure in getting her off. Within a minute or so Bill was erupting what little cum he had left.

The couple lay on the bed exhausted- both mentally and physically.

After what seemed like a long time Sally said, "I need to wash my private parts. They've never felt so deliciously soiled. What color thong would you like me to sleep in, Sir?"



The Repressed Librarian Ch. 03



After her first time Bill and Sally experimented with vanilla sex. Their routine included Wednesday night and Saturday night at his apartment. She'd stay over most Saturdays and they'd have some Sunday morning sex if he wasn't involved in a Sunday run. He generally ran with a group every third week.

On Wednesday nights the time constraints usually limited the couple's activities. Saturdays were more relaxed and gave Bill the time to introduce new experiences. This started on the first Saturday after he'd taken Sally's virginity.

On that night Bill picked Sally up at her apartment at about 6 PM. She was dressed nicely in a short skirt and figure hugging top. Even though the top wasn't obscenely tight Bill loved how it clung to her body- calling attention to her great tits and trim waist. Stockings and three inch heels made her legs look incredibly long and sexy. Overall the contrast between her current look and her librarian's mode of dress amazed and delighted him. 

They had drinks and dinner at a small restaurant near their usual bistro. It was a quieter and more romantic setting. Some extra privacy was afforded to their table by some potted palms nearby. Sally used the setting to lightly caress her breasts for Bill's enjoyment and observed, "I'm wearing a very skimpy bra. With my large nipples I'd think you might get a glimpse of some nipple bumps in my top."

Bill stared but said he didn't see any bumps which prompted Sally to use her fingertips to arouse her nipples. Looking down she smiled, pulled her arms back a little to present her chest more boldly and said, "Take another look."

"Ah yes. Very nice," said Bill, as he could see two very prominent bumps in the fabric of her top. It was a look he'd love her to have often but he knew that was never going to happen. She wasn't as repressed as she'd been but she was still conservative. She had the biggest nipples Bill had ever touched and played with but was embarrassed by them. She was slowly warming to the idea that Bill loved them but he doubted she'd ever show them off to others. Bill added, "If you could see my pants under the table you'd see that you've created another bump- significantly larger than either of yours."

He thanked her for the new bra and for showing him how thin the fabric must be. He asked if it was black and whether her panties matched. She said yes to both questions and received a broad smile in response. Bill then teased Sally by saying she was going to have a new experience when they got back to his place. She asked for more information but he refused. He told her not to let her imagination go wild; it would still be vanilla sex but in a different position which he thought she'd like.

Sally said, "Vanilla is nice. I'd like to try some other flavors soon but for now I love vanilla." Sally was turned on by the prospect of expanding her sexual knowledge and couldn't wait to get out of the restaurant. They skipped dessert and headed to his place. Bill's hand rubbing up and down her thigh for most of their drive to his apartment added to Sally's sexy mood.

Once in the privacy of his living room Bill started stripping Sally. He paused to check out her bra and enjoyed seeing her thinly veiled areola and nipples. "I wonder if we could cut out a small circle on each cup to allow your nipples to pop out. When dressed, your shirts would have incredible bumps and without the shirt they'd be presented perfectly for play." Sally gave him a frown to convey that his plan wasn't likely to happen. He added that he'd loved to play with her nipples right then but had other plans for the evening. 

Bill gently moved Sally to a place near one end of his couch and behind it where the upholstered back was about hip-high. He removed Sally's bra leaving her in just her high heels, garter belt, stockings and panties. The panties were just as sheer as the bra- veiling her trimmed Venus Mound rather than hiding it. He turned her and gently pushed her shoulders forward while holding her waist. Picking up on his movements Sally bent over the back of the couch resting her mid- section on the couch and supporting her upper body by extending her arms to the upholstered arm. She held that position as Bill stripped. His eyes checked out the sexy line of her ass and legs. The tight panties highlighted her ass nicely and the garter straps framed it. The stockings and heels reminded him of countless stripper and show girl photos he'd seen; her ass and legs really were sexy.

Bill came up behind her and gently fondled her ass and hips complimenting her on how sexy she looked and thanking her for wearing the garter belt and stockings. He crouched and ran his hands down her legs enjoying the silky feeling and visually appreciating the strong but feminine shape of her legs.

After one or two passes up and down her legs Bill's fingertips reached to the waist of her panties and slowly slid them down. At the floor Bill nudged first one and then the other foot so that he could totally remove the panties. In doing so he not too subtly moved each foot apart from the other. Well aware of his actions Sally's breathe tightened. While her experience was almost non-existent she already identified having a man spreading your legs with the first step of the sex act; it was incredibly sexy. He ran his hands up the inside of each calf and then pushed outward at her knees making it clear that he wanted her legs spread further. Sally moved her feet apart another few inches and was even more aroused. His hands continued slowly up on her inner thighs which Sally thought might have been the sexiest thing he'd ever done. 

He stood and one hand explored between her legs while the other took hold of her hip possessively. Sally loved each touch. With little further preparation Bill's cock pushed between her legs and his fingers guided it into her wet pussy. Sally gasped. She'd anticipated most of what he'd done but somehow was still surprised and sexually overcome by the sensation of being taken from behind. 

Without thinking Sally did what came naturally; she pushed back and sensuously rolled her ass as she reveled in being skewered by his large cock. Bill's hands grasped her hips firmly- putting him in full control. Once his cock was fully buried Bill slowly withdrew and then forcefully re-entered her- plunging to full depth as he pulled her ass back against him. Sally gasped with excitement which prompted Bill to withdraw and lever himself into her several times in rapid but unhurried succession. Sally's breathing and utterances made her excitement very clear.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. OH...it feels so good...," in slight variations was Sally's repeated refrain.

Bill's hands used her hips as handles as he pushed into her powerfully. They were both turned on by the strength and depth of his strokes. Sally had to hold onto the couch tightly just to stay in position. In fact, with one particular stroke the couch moved an inch or two on the carpet. Bill tempered his next strokes but he was still going deeper than the few prior times they'd had sex and both partners were well aware of it.

The movement of the couch seemed to lift Sally's excitement to a new level. She was almost delirious as she enjoyed being aggressively held and fucked from behind. Bill's cock felt great but it was really his overall lust that was pushing her to the edge. She was reveling in being taken so forcefully and in being in such a defenseless position. She'd never felt so dominated and hoped the feeling would last even though she was also getting anxious for a climax.



As she took each thrust Sally became aware that her breasts were swinging beneath her. It was an odd feeling and one she'd never experienced before. As yet another aspect of her first fuck from behind the out of control movement of her tits aroused her further. She couldn't help but try to watch her tits as they jerked violently forward and back. She wondered if Bill knew what he was doing to her tits; if he did he'd probably love to watch but couldn't from behind. She'd have to tease him about what he'd missed out on later.

Gradually Sally felt she was slowly being pushed toward the edge. Her body was out of control. Her pussy was super wet so there was barely enough friction for her excitement to slowly build toward the point of no return. She squeezed her Kegel muscles on Bill's cock- something she'd read about but never tried. Bill's reaction was so immediate and forceful that the couch moved again. Sally's ego grew along with her passion; she'd just clamped down on her lover's cock and made him jump. She was a full- fledged woman and becoming a pretty good lover. With some routine Kegel exercises she'd be able to devastate his cock at will. She squeezed him again, relaxed the tension and then repeated the cycle several times. She loved the idea that she was milking her lover's cock and laughed to herself that she had a new skill to post on Linked In.

After a minute of increasing passion Sally let out along low pitched moan and lost all control of her body as a strong climax washed through her. It felt like an electric current was flowing through her body- from her bouncing tits to her pussy. Paralysis took over as her muscles were overwhelmed. All she could do was enjoy and endure the release of her pent up sexual tension. It was an incredible sensation to be so intensely involved in such a physical act and yet to be powerless. As the electrical charge lessened she felt almost giddy. Not only was Bill not creepy- he could really fuck. She smiled at the thought that she'd just been fucked silly and had actively made it better for Bill.

Her orgasm stoked Bill's pride as he took pleasure in getting her off. He could feel his cum boiling up and cursing through the shaft of his cock. He knew he was on the edge of his climax and all he could do was enjoy it. Two strokes later he pushed into her as deeply as possible and held himself there as he came. Each of them felt totally spent but happy. Bill thought of it as the first time he'd really let himself go with her. He hadn't worried about her fears or preferences; he'd simply fucked her as hard as he wanted.

Sally was having similar thoughts as she realized that she'd just been fucked much harder than on her introductory weekend. He'd been like a lust driven animal. It had felt great and she loved that she'd brought out the animal in him.

Wednesdays were a little more mundane but also had a unique twist. On Wednesdays Sally would be coming straight from the library and so was dressed in her figure disguising tube top under a large sweater and ankle length skirt. Despite Bill's urgings she wouldn't let her breasts be evident anywhere on or near campus so once she arrived at Bill's and he stripped her of the constrictive tube they'd stay in for the evening. For all his complaining Bill had come to love the act of changing the repressed librarian into the sexy woman. There was something inherently kinky in unwrapping her tits and then fondling them. He loved that her tits were their secret. They were forbidden fruit that only he knew existed. He was allowed to unwrap and enjoy them but only in the private confines of his apartment. Bill joked with her that having her in his apartment with no bra available was his reward for letting her continue her staid fashion on campus. Throughout her visit he insisted she stay topless or wear a virtually transparent chemise when she wasn't totally naked.

Within minutes of her arrival Bill would have Sally topless and wearing only her panties- sexy ones that were very out of sync with her conservative clothing. He loved seeing her wearing just panties as it seemed to emphasize her chest and gave her an all over sexy look. Sometimes he'd give her the chemise to wear while they had some wine or snacks but she'd frequently be topless again in a half hour or less. They'd have sex before thinking about food. After sex a decision about what to do for dinner would take a few minutes as they cuddled in bed. They'd cook something or have Chinese food delivered for dinner. Afterwards they'd share some wine and have an hour's worth of sex. Sally would re-dress in her librarian's outfit and Bill would walk her home.

Over the next couple of weeks Bill gradually introduced Sally to several sexual positions and she enthusiastically found how each was different. They talked about the pluses and minuses of several positions to each of them and which positions were most enjoyable.

Sally pronounced 'doggy style'- which she defined as including their experiences with her bent over the couch- to be her favorite. She said it had been a fantasy of hers since a few years earlier when within one week she'd had two experiences that seared images in her mind. First, she'd seen some deer in the woods. She'd watched as a large buck mounted a small doe- it had been a scene of pure power and strangely beautiful as it was so natural. She couldn't see their actual coupling but was imaging how the male member would be pounded forcefully into the female. Soon human images replaced the animals in her mind. In her dreams that night she was the woman getting fucked almost violently from behind.

A few days later there had been an explicit sex scene in one of her erotic books describing a dominant man coming home from work to fuck his wife from behind while she bent over the back of their living room couch. The scene took place in front of a large picture window which heightened the raw sexuality in her mind. Again, that night her dreams included a similar scene in which she was the female being taken from behind by the window. In her dream several men walked by on the sidewalk and watched her being fucked as they passed.

Sally told Bill she was embarrassed to admit it but she loved the image of being bent over like an animal while her mate's big cock took her from behind. "The female is powerless to resist when she's bent over and being fucked like that," she said. "It's been a recurring dream of mine and experiencing sex that way with you hasn't disappointed. It's been great."

Bill responded that he'd be happy to be her animalistic mate anytime she needed him; if he came home and found her bent over the couch he'd know exactly what to do. In part because of her enthusiastic response the first time he'd taken her that way several times over their first few weeks of sex and each of them had loved it. He observed that it was one of the few times he got to appreciate her great ass and using his hands on her hips to control their coupling was a turn-on.

On their second Saturday together sexually Bill introduced Sally to having sex with her on top. To start he had her lay on top of him and lower herself onto his cock. They fucked for a short while that way but with Bill's guidance her position was soon changed to her kneeling above him while he was inside her. She seemed to enjoy having control over their pace and ground on his cock lustfully. The position also allowed her to experiment with some slight variations in position which seemed to change the scenario more than expected.

Initially she sat up straight and was a little unsure of herself. Well aware of Bill's eyes being riveted to her tits she soon leaned back a little with her arms drawn back to push her chest out and was thrilled to see and feel Bill's lustful reaction. His whole body seemed to tense with arousal and he bucked his hips up to get deeper penetration. His hands grabbed her hips and reached around to fondle her ass while attempting to hold her pussy in place for his pleasure. She could feel his lust in how he held her and ground herself on his cock. While holding her hips with one hand his other grabbed her tit and roughly fondled it. She could feel his palm deliberately sliding over her erect nipple and knew his cock was indirectly enjoying her big nub. She pushed her chest into his hand and watched him smile.

A little later she leaned forward -and supporting her upper body with her outstretched arms so that her tits were tantalizingly close to Bill's face. His mouth couldn't reach her tits but his desire to do so was clear. His eyes focused on first one and then the other breast as they swayed in front of him. Sitting back in the upright position she used her hands to play with her tits as Bill watched- a scene they both enjoyed so much that Bill almost bucked her off as his arousal grew dramatically.

Sally realized that being on top was essentially the first time she'd fucked Bill rather than him doing her. It took more effort than being the passive partner but was exhilarating. She wouldn't want to always be on top but it would be great from time to time. Realizing that they were both nearing orgasm, Sally pushed out her chest and squeezed her vaginal muscles as she aggressively ground on Bill's cock. In just a few seconds she could feel he was cumming and that pushed her over the edge too. Having fucked Bill for the first time she smiled broadly as she rolled off of him and all but collapsed next to him.

As they lay next to each after recovering Bill explained, "That was called the 'cowgirl' position. I think it has just become my favorite. Your tits and upper body looked fantastic as you rode me."

Sally replied, "I loved it too. I felt like I was flaunting my tits for you and you were eating it up. I also liked it when you were feeling me up while I rode you; it was as if looking at me was too much for you and you couldn't help but grab my tits."

Bill replied, "Even if I could resist the urge to grab you, why would I? I love to fondle your tits and being able to watch as my hands assault them is the best."

That evening as Bill walked Sally home she said, "On Saturday I'd like to do some shopping on the Internet with you. There are some leather cuffs and things like that I thought we might buy."

Bill said, "Obviously, we could do that but you've just begun having regular sex. Do you think you're ready for kink?"

"Yes. I've been fantasizing for a long time. I don't think I need much sexual experience to be tied up and have you tease me, punish me or fuck me- my role is just to receive or do what you tell me."

"Okay. I must say you've picked up on the basics of vanilla sex quite quickly and quite well."

"I like to think so. Obviously, we'll still have regular sex most of the time; the kink would just be occasional"

"Correction. The kink will be when I decide; it could be more often than you think. We'll see."

On Saturday Sally reminded Bill about her planned shopping and said she'd already researched several sites that had the cuffs and sex toys she thought might be perfect. Bill took her by surprise in telling her to write down the addresses of the sites. He also told her to write down her bra size and other measurements for clothing he might buy. He'd be doing the shopping without her and would decide what to buy. If he needed an additional measurement or other assistance he'd let her know. She sheepishly accepted his refusal and wrote down her measurements and three websites- disappointed that she was not going to participate in the shopping.

Bill further surprised Sally by telling her to use the toilet and then come into his bedroom naked. She followed his direction and on entering the bedroom was excited to notice some shiny ropes hanging from the corner posts of the bed. She was directed to lie on her back and lay there tensely as Bill fastened each arm and leg to its closest bedpost. She was excited but nervous since Bill hadn't given her any warning that he was planning this. She'd also envisioned sexual foreplay before being bound- not simply being stripped and tied up. Of course, the element of surprise in his behavior was inherently arousing. She was looking forward to being helpless and at his sexual mercy.

After all four limbs were bound she'd instinctively tested and found them to be secure; she really was helpless. Sally then watched with interest as Bill approached the bed with a black scarf or necktie in his hand. It took her a few seconds to realize he was going to blindfold her. That should have been foreseeable but since this was all new to her she hadn't thought about it. Shivers went through her as he tied the fabric over her eyes.




The Repressed Librarian Ch. 03



Deprived of sight Sally was also puzzled when Bill's fingers were pushing her hair away from her ear. She heard music and realized an earbud was being pressed into her ear. The process was repeated at her other ear which shut out the world and left her immersed in sexy jazz music. She was incredibly aroused by the simple things he'd done; they weren't sexual but suggested sex would come soon and be beyond her control. Her porn story fantasies were close to becoming real.

Bill's fingers were soon at her left nipple prompting Sally to freeze with surprise but then enjoy his toying with her sensitive nub. She felt something metallic dragged across her chest and then felt Bill touching her nipple in a different way. She soon realized that a nipple clamp was being tightened on her left nipple. She'd never seen or touched one but was familiar with such clamps from her Internet explorations. Surprise turned into mild discomfort which quickly morphed into distressful pain. It was tolerable but significant- roughly what she imagined a nipple clamp might feel like when she'd read of such things.

As she expected her right nipple was soon the object of Bill's attention. Knowing she was about to be clamped again was strangely more arousing than just feeling Bill's fingers. This time she knew he wasn't trying to give her pleasure; he was getting her erect so that he could attach something painful to her big sensitive nub. Was she looking forward to the pain? She could feel a metallic chain dangling from his fingers and trailing over to her other breast. From her shopping she could picture what it must look like- heavy chrome with links about 3/8th inches in length and overall just long enough to drape like a necklace. She was experiencing her first kink and it was hot. As the clamp was tightened on her defenseless nipple Sally tensed with the pain. It grew as he tightened the clamp but she could handle it.

In a flash of logic Sally realized that Bill hadn't just bought the clamps on the Internet as she'd suggested; he'd obviously already owned them. This suggested he was into kink on his own and wasn't merely accepting her suggestions. That was great for their future relationship. What other bondage or torture devices might he already have?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Bill's muffled voice by her left ear saying, "I'll just leave you alone for a while and let your nipples enjoy their new accessories." Sally could feel his weight lift off of the bed and assumed he was leaving the room. He was leaving her bound and clamped- again, she should have anticipated this but hadn't thought about it. In her naïve mind once bound he'd start to tease her sexually and she'd have huge orgasms. Instead, she was alone with aching nipples. This wasn't at all what she'd expected but, of course, she wasn't in charge. How long was he going to leave her?

As Sally lay there with nothing to do she concentrated on her nipples. The initial pain had transitioned to an ache. It wasn't purely sexual but then again the very thought of having your big nipples squeezed in nipple clamps attached by your lover was highly erotic. He'd told her how he loved her over-sized nipples. He was always staring at them and playing with them. She guessed that her long nipples were particularly well suited to nipple clamps; Bill had probably been thinking of them in clamps from the first time he got her bra off. Sally felt her pussy twinge with arousal as she reflected on her lover's near obsession with her fat nipples and their current state of being tortured for his pleasure. He'd probably want to do this to her all of the time and she'd have sore nipples to remember each experience for days.

She regretted not having seen the clamps but based on her Internet window shopping and how they'd gradually been tightened she had an image of rubber tipped jaws with a set screw adjustment connected by a chrome chain. Based on her porn books and how they felt she could also imagine how her nipples must be red and painful looking as the clamps pinched them. She marveled that someone invented such devices and started using them on a woman. She was also bemused by her own arousal at being such a woman herself. If Bill hadn't already owned a pair she'd been ready to buy these evil things. They were both pervs. Her pussy was wet and anxious to be filled by a hard cock; the clamps were a major part of making her so hot.

With the earbuds in and being blindfolded Sally had no way of knowing how long she'd been left alone. She tried to remember how many songs she'd heard but they all blended together. She could only guess that over fifteen minutes had passed but probably not more than thirty. She had no idea when she might be set free. If her hands were free she'd play with herself. As it was all she could do was get more aroused and frustrated. The clamps were definitely a constant reminder of sex. She longed for Bill to remove them and suck on her nipples. On the other hand, she also recalled reading how the removal of clamps was painful as the blood rushed back in to the pinched areas. She wondered if his mouth would soften that pain or make it worse. Even with pain she knew she'd climax soon if he'd pay attention to her- either her nipples or pussy needed to be touched and rubbed. Fingers or a cock or both would do.

To her shock Sally felt something at each nipple simultaneously. In the second it took to register that Bill was touching the nipple clamps Sally felt shooting pain in each nipple and shrieked. The pain continued and Sally exclaimed, "Oh shit... that hurts...Shit" She rolled her upper body back and forth to throw off the pain but of course there was nothing to discard. She stilled and said, "I've read about this ...but the actual pain is a lot more than the words conveyed...Shit ...my nips really hurt." Gradually the pain lessened but Sally still couldn't believe how much her sensitive nubs ached.

She felt Bill's mouth descend on her left nipple and while still in pain welcomed the distraction. She instinctively knew his mouth would soon bring her pleasure and could look forward to the pain fading. To her disappointment his mouth deserted her after a few seconds but she then felt his mouth on her right nub and realized the worst of her pain was now rapidly disappearing. In fact, her right nipple was feeling quite good and sending great surges of pleasure to her pussy.

"Touch me; touch my pussy. Don't be a bastard I need relief...now. Those clamps were horrible; you owe me."

Bill pulled back his mouth. He reached up near her head on first one side and then the other – pulling the earbuds out so that she could hear him. He corrected her sternly, "I'm in charge. You told me you wanted to experience kinky things. I've given you what you want. I don't owe you anything. Now apologize nicely and I may give you the sexual pleasure you seek. It will be a gift of pleasure- not an obligation."

"Sorry. Yes sir. I understand. You've made me very horny. Please get me off. I'd be happy to please you as well."

"Of course you'll please me. Whether you get off or not my cock is going to fuck your pussy or mouth very soon."

"Yes sir. I'm sorry sir."

Bill climbed onto the bed and returned his mouth to her right nipple. Sally moaned with pleasure and relief that his lecture was apparently done. A few seconds later Bill decided to switch nipples. As he moved from one to the other he said, "Your nipples look incredibly sexy. They're red, wet and angry looking. You know how I love them; they're so big. When they're all swollen, red and dripping with my saliva they're much sexier than usual."

Sally moaned again as his mouth enveloped her left nipple. His lips and tongue started to roam over more of her left breast and his hand came up to caress her right one. Between his mouth and hand Bill worshipped both tits and Sally's nipple discomfort was soon forgotten as her arousal grew.

Bill moved between her spread legs and decided the ropes were now going to interfere with his movement. He loosened the ties on each ankle but left Sally blindfolded with her wrists bound. He spread her legs further and bent her knees to open her thighs more while sliding his body down further on the bed.

Sally's excitement increased as her mind anticipated what he might do next and how it would feel. Her arousal was fueled more as his mouth trailed down over her stomach and his hands became rougher in their handling of her tits. His mouth descended to her Venus Mound and played with the trimmed hair there. He'd originally planned on shaving her but at the last minute had changed his mind. This was one of those times he wondered whether he'd made the right decision. Naked would be great but the upkeep to avoid stubble would be a burden. He'd have to look into waxing or laser hair removal and teased Sally by whispering, "I think by next week we'll get your hair removed by the laser treatment I've been reading about. You know what the term "Brazilian" means, right? Yeah, a Brazilian with no stubble that's the way to go."

Sally was immediately nervous but excited at the prospect of having a stranger denuding her pussy and how she'd feel with no hair. She'd be totally exposed. Bill's face would be touching her naked skin rather than the barrier of her hair. That would be exciting but she'd feel like a hooker; librarians might trim their bush as she'd done for years but getting all of your hair removed by laser was a whole different thing.

Sally expected Bill's mouth to move to her pussy but he pulled away and she could feel him moving on the bed. She soon deduced that he'd moved up over her. He reached behind each of her knees and folded her legs up so that her knees were near her shoulders. She could visualize how exposed her pussy must be and wasn't surprised when she felt his cockhead at her wet lower lips. Bill seemed to hesitate for a few seconds and then plowed into her. Sally gasped as her wet pussy sleeve welcomed him. He went all the way in; it seemed much deeper than he'd been before. It felt fantastic and Sally moaned "Yes."

With her legs pushed up Sally would have been all but helpless even if her arms weren't bound. As it was she knew Bill could penetrate her at will or he could walk away and leave her begging. She could feel his lust which strongly hinted he wouldn't be leaving until he came but she wondered what he'd do if he climaxed before her. Would he leave her hanging as an added lesson in BDSM? She certainly hoped not.

Sally loved his strong deep thrusts in her folded position. His cock was definitely reaching new depths and her sense of helplessness added to her passion. With her arms tied and her lover taking her in this position she felt like the women in her porn stories. They were mere receptacles for the male's raging cock but that's exactly what many of the women- like herself- wanted. Sex couldn't get any better than to be the object of such lust. There was some discomfort in having one's legs folded up this way but that only added to the sexual excitement of the woman being fucked.

The term 'being fucked' now had new meaning to the naïve librarian. In this position there was no other term to describe the act in which she was submissively taking her lover's cock. It wasn't 'making love' and it wasn't even 'having sex'; she was nothing but a sexy wet sleeve into which her partner was slamming his rampant cock. If she weren't such a perv herself this position could be called rape but her consent was freely given. She loved being fucked like this; it had been one of her fantasies for years.

Bill's arousal was starting to get out of control. Sally knew he'd be coming soon and again wondered if she would be left frustrated. She tried concentrating on his cock and her pussy- maybe she could help herself and cum before he was spent. His cock felt huge in this position and her ass must look very exposed and vulnerable with that rod ramming into it. She tried to visualize how their coupling would look from across the room. The image was straight out of a porn movie; she was the female lead actress that the men would pay to see being fucked. She smiled as she realized her imagined audience would be able to see her ass better than Bill could. The cameraman would certainly get close up shots of her stretched thighs and her pussy being split by the guy's cock. Her tits wouldn't be all that visible since her legs were covering them; her audience would have to wait to watch them swinging in another scene. The camera would get some shots of their faces to show their excitement and he'd get some long shots to show their overall position. She'd be the star in this video and soon be featured in others.

Thinking of herself as a porn star brought Sally to the edge. If her hands were free she'd tweak her nipples and get off in seconds. Tugging at the ties binding her wrists confirmed she couldn't touch herself and that added to her arousal but not quite enough to push her over the edge. She was starting to get a little desperate as Bill was getting dangerously close to climax.

It was risky but Sally squeezed her Kegel muscles. She knew she could make Bill cum with that move and could only hope she'd get there as he lost it and fucked her even harder. She squeezed a second time and was puzzled at her apparent inability to grip him as tightly as she wanted. She quickly concluded that in her stretched position her inner sleeve simply couldn't tighten as she wanted. It was frustrating to know you had a particular skill and to find it had deserted you. She tried again but even though she could feel her muscles tense Bill seemed oblivious to her effort.

As her mind struggled to think of something that would bring her to ecstasy she remembered Bill's reference to having her pussy hair removed by laser in a salon with a stranger permanently removing every hair. She visualized being in this same position but without a single hair on her pussy or Venus Mound. That pushed her over. She'd be her lover's hairless and blatantly exposed sex sleeve. Her movie audience would see every drop of pussy juice her hungry pussy produced. Since the hair would be gone permanently she'd be a total slut and never be able to cover up her pussy. Sally could feel a heat overwhelming her; her pussy almost burned as nerve impulses took hold of her muscles. She was in that moment of exquisite pleasure that lasts but a few seconds and then becomes sexual paralysis- those seconds when the orgasm is in total control and your body can merely accept and enjoy the release of your tension. The term petit morte- the little death- was an apt description. Sally reflected on the term and thought actual death at such a moment would be the best. Since death is inevitable why not go out happy.

Sally was aware she'd made a noise but didn't know if it was a word or scream; the exclamation simply came out of her mouth. It didn't matter; she was floating- perhaps dying from lack of breathing or other bodily function. No one cared what noises she might make. She was aware that Bill had cum at roughly the same moment and that made her mildly giddy- simultaneous orgasm was a goal she'd read about in her sex books. It was another box she could checkoff in her list of accomplishments but she didn't really care; she felt really good and very womanly. After years of being a straight laced virgin she was thrilled to be a lusty slut. She couldn't wait to get her Brazilian hair removal as a sign of her new status.



The Repressed Librarian



"I'm really not crazy."

"I'm glad to hear it but even after your disclosures about your lingerie and readiness to experiment I don't know you well enough to understand how you really feel. I'm afraid I might take advantage of you sexually and then you'll be upset with me. Even if you don't go after my balls I don't want you to hate me."

Sally frowned but grudgingly said in a sexy whisper, "Okay. Since you're so nervous about your balls we'll go slowly. You've told me you're going to be away this weekend... I'm off Wednesday and Thursday for my make-believe eye surgery so we won't see much of each other. If I don't freak you out over this week and next do you suppose we might move forward then? I'm very sure I'd like you to touch my breasts and equally sure you'll like them. Can we pencil that in for a week from Saturday?"

Bill smiled broadly. Searching for the right response he hesitated. Finally, he replied, "All right; I don't think I've ever scheduled feeling up a girl 10 days in advance but that sounds great. It's up to you to say something if you change your mind between now and then. We can return to the bistro where I first learned about your hidden life and go back to my apartment for breast play. Let's set limits. Your panties will stay on but my fingers might sneak inside to give you an orgasm. Okay?"

"That's all fine but what about you? I have very little experience. I gave a hand-job to one boy once through his pants- but I'm ready to take your teaching and I'll practice. I'd also like to learn how to use my mouth. Even if my panties stay on I assume you'll have no objection to losing your boxers and helping me learn."

Bill stood up signaling an end to their conversation as he said, "No objection at all."

Over the ensuing ten days the two met a few times in the library for a minute or two at a time. Bill was pleased to see that after the weekend she was no longer wearing the black glasses and told her how nice she looked. She blushed and said that no less than a dozen people had complimented her on her first day back after her 'surgery'. Two guys had suggested going for coffee or a drink but she'd declined.

Bill met her for coffee once but they were joined by others so no discussion of their intimate plans was possible. Finally as the weekend in question approached Bill confirmed she was still ready for their date and they agreed on when he'd pick her up. She teased him by saying, "I've bought a matching bra for one of the thongs I have. I've never worn the bra but I think you'll like it. It's red and quite low cut." Bill just smiled as he visualized her breasts in a skimpy bra.

For their date at the bistro Sally dressed in a snug top that showcased her breasts perfectly. She seemed bustier than Bill had previously thought and he couldn't wait to get her undressed. Her skirt ended well above the knee- revealing well shaped legs but Bill's attention stayed almost exclusively above the waist. He wondered if the bra was heavily padded or if she had bigger tits than he'd thought. She'd described the bra as low cut; he tried to visualize how low it might be.

Dinner was like extended foreplay as they were each thinking about the evening ahead. Bill was pleased that Sally was upbeat and seemed anxious to be alone with him. His fear that she'd chicken out diminished as dinner progressed and she evidenced a teasing confident mood.

She was well aware of his staring at her chest during dinner and was basking in his lustful looks. It was an exciting new experience to be the object of a man's desire and she liked it. On several occasions she caught him staring; rather than be upset, she pulled her arms back to push her chest forward and smiled knowingly. Realizing he'd been caught Bill raised his eyes to meet hers and grinned back at her.

After the waiter had taken their order Sally adopted a sultry voice and leaned in to keep their words private. She teased that her bra was red satin in a demi-cup style that left quite a bit of her breasts exposed above the cups. She said she'd never worn a sexy bra before and asked if men liked the exposed mounds that a demi-cup bra created. She wondered out loud if she'd chosen the right bra; would he have preferred a sheer one. She offered that she'd chosen the style that exposed almost half of each breast; the sheer style covered everything but was rather transparent. She pouted in asking if she'd picked the style he liked. Bill smiled and replied 'yes' men liked exposed flesh. He explained what he knew she already knew; either bra style would have been fine as each teased the man in different ways. She feigned innocence and said that she appreciated his help.

When she felt there was sufficient privacy Sally loosely cupped her hands under her breasts and made a gesture of offering them to Bill saying, "I'm glad you didn't ditch me when you thought I was flat. I think you're going to enjoy my breasts. Or would you like me to call them 'tits'? That's a word I've never really had occasion to use except when I've been touching myself in private. I'm sure you're visualizing how my tits look. Perhaps I can help your mind's image by saying they're 34C- well actually my 34C bra is a little small in the cups- I guess I'm what's called a large "C". I hope that's not too big."

Bill smiled and immediately responded, "No, a C cup sounds just perfect." 

"My nipples are a little bigger than the girls I've seen in the locker room. By bigger I mean they seem fatter and taller than average but I haven't seen very many other nipples so I'm really not sure. I've always been self-conscious about them. From what I've read, some men like small breasts and small nipples and others like things on the larger side. I hope my nipples aren't not too big for you."

"I'm sure I'm going to love them. Big is just what I like." Bill smiled and told Sally she was quite a cock tease for a staid librarian. She smiled and responded that she wanted to soon replace the 'staid librarian' label with the title 'deflowered librarian' but her boyfriend was afraid she was crazy and would only agree to play with her tits. Bill smiled and motioned to the waiter to bring their check.

Once in the privacy of his apartment Bill kissed Sally passionately. He brought her over to his couch and they sat down together. He resumed kissing her and she responded with enthusiasm. Breaking the kiss Bill reached up to fondle her left breast through her top saying, "I've wanted to feel you since I first learned you actually had breasts."

Sally pulled back slightly causing Bill to worry that she wasn't as ready as she'd said. In a few seconds he was thrilled to watch as Sally grasped the hem of her top and quickly peeled it off over her head. His eyes locked onto her breasts bulging out of her red satin bra. "Beautiful," was all he could say.

"I'll give you a minute to enjoy how my tits look in the bra but then I want you to take it off and play with my nipples. I've been waiting quite a while to have a man play with me. My nipples are not just big; they're very sensitive and I'm very horny."

"I think you're forgetting who's in charge here. I'll undress you when I'm ready."

"Yes sir."

Bill visually took in her tits as the bra cradled them- presenting them for his enjoyment. The bra was of a thin material allowing him to see the twin points created by her nipples and just a hint of color from her areola but not her actual skin. The lower portion of her breasts was cradled in the low cut style pushing up about 40% of her into soft pillowy mounds. He reached out to trace a finger along the top edge of the bra and then caressed first one and then the other breast. They were even better than he'd imagined- both larger and somehow more womanly than he'd expected. After feeling up each covered breast Bill's hands reached to Sally's back to unhook and remove her bra. As he did so he commented on her excellent choice of lingerie noting that he couldn't have picked a sexier bra for her- it displayed her tits so well.

In seconds the bra was flung to the side and Bill's eyes were riveted to her exposed tits. "Beautiful... Perfect," said Bill. "You should be punished for hiding these tits from everyone."

"Ooh...naughty...I might like that."

"I love your nipples. They're mouth-watering." Bill wasn't exaggerating. They were bigger than any he'd had the pleasure to see up close. Sized like gum drops- they were erect and inviting. With her comment about sensitivity Bill thought of them as big switches that he'd use to heat up her pussy.

Sally was excited by being exposed and by everything Bill was doing and saying. She pushed her chest out for him- welcoming more attention. Her body shook as she first felt Bill's hands grabbing her naked breasts. As he weighed them in his hand her breathing grew deeper and she sighed with pleasure. He was gentle at first but couldn't resist becoming more forceful as his hand assaulted her soft flesh. Her arousal encouraged him and his rough handling further excited them both.

He loved the feel of her big nipples against his palm as he fondled her. He knew they were going to feel spectacular in his mouth. He could understand how she might have been embarrassed by her big nubs but to him they were perfect. He wondered if he'd ever get her to wear a tight tee with no bra. Tonight he'd probably dream of her winning a wet tee shirt contest. Not likely to happen but fun for the mind.

Bill slid his ass a few inches away from Sally so he could better bring his face near her left breast. He paused when only an inch away to study her nipple up close. It was every bit as fat and long as Sally had said- probably 50% bigger than any he'd played with before. He loved how her nipple was so pronounced and he wondered if it was swollen with excitement or if this was its normal state. In any case it seemed eager for his mouth.

Sally was frustrated by his not touching her and pushed her chest out seeking his lips. Bill was only too happy to close in on her nipple- encircling it with his dry lips to assess its size using his sense of touch and then attacking it with his tongue.

Sally's whole body reacted by lifting at least an inch off the couch at the first touch of his tongue. She let out a gasp and pressed herself into his mouth. His saliva coated her nipple and his lips in a few seconds changing the sensations they each felt from the friction of a firm dry touch to the more subtle nerve sensations of a wet sloppy one. Bill loved feeling nipples covered in saliva. Her swollen nub felt incredible in his mouth as his tongue and lips assaulted it. He stopped only to switch to her other nub. When his tongue made its first contact there Sally's passion spiked to a new high. Feeling her arousal was a huge turn on for Bill; she'd probably never been this sexually excited and he was responsible for it. His ego was almost as swollen as his cock.

With his mouth on her right nipple his hand surrounded her left breast and two fingers toyed with her nipple. She felt great in his hand and he fondled her passionately. Again, the new feelings Sally was experiencing redoubled her excitement. She was soon panting and squirming as she neared orgasm. Her hands grabbed onto Bill's head to assure it wouldn't lose contact with her nipple as she writhed with arousal. After being on the brink of orgasm for at least a minute Sally was overcome by a huge climax.

As Sally thrashed through her orgasm her hands tightened on Bill's head and she sought to push him away. She mumbled 'stop, too much' several times and he reluctantly gave up his prize- allowing his head to be moved a few inches away from her nipple. His eyes focused on her nipple as it glistened with his saliva. His hand remained on her other breast but he released her nipple from his fingers and stilled his hand.

Sally's excitement slowly resolved and her breathing calmed. She told Bill how wonderful his mouth had felt on her. He told her how fantastic her tits were as he reached to the waistband of her skirt. She lifted her hips and helped him slide the garment down expectantly asking if he'd changed their limits for the evening. He assured her he intended to respect the original limits but wanted to see her lower body and explore it with his hands.

Bill's first view of her hips and thighs didn't disappoint. Her Venus Mound was accented by a small triangle of red satin but she was otherwise beautifully nude. Her thighs looked strong and sexy; Bill reached to them first- telling Sally how great her legs looked and felt. His hands then enjoyed feeling her hip bone and feminine hips which he found incredibly sexy. As Bill's hands roamed over Sally's hips and thighs she started to become aroused again saying, "Your hands feel great. I've never been fondled by a horny man before. It's another great first for me."

His hands grabbed her ass as he said, "Obviously, you feel great to me. It was really a sin to hide this body. It deserves to be seen and enjoyed." As he explored her hips and ass his mouth returned to tease her left nipple. He pulled his mouth away for a few seconds saying, "I love your nipples. They're fantastic." Sally groaned with renewed excitement as his mouth latched onto her nipple again.

"Be gentle, please. I love your mouth but remember I've never been sucked on before. I'll probably get a little sore."

"Get used to it," he replied. Sally moaned at his statement coupled with the sensations her breast was sending to her head and pussy.

As her arousal grew Bill positioned a hand over the small front panel of her panties and pressed against her Venus Mound. Coupled with his continued nipple play, this caused Sally to gasp with excitement and grind against his palm. He didn't move his hand but cupped it over the heart of her sex both for his pleasure and because he expected that it would help bring her off again. Her breathing became labored as her body tensed and she ground against his hand with more urgency - moving slowly toward a second orgasm. Without warning her climax overwhelmed her. She thrashed wildly for a few seconds and then calmed having virtually no strength left to move.

Finally, she gasped, "Thank you. You've just seduced me completely. I'll be your sex slave and follow you everywhere if you'll do that to me from time to time."

Bill replied, "Don't make promises you're not prepared to keep."

"Yes, Sir," she said in a sincere tone. "You've just given me more sexual pleasure than I've ever had. I'll be your slave or toy or whatever you want me to be if you'll teach me more about sex and give me orgasms like I've just had. You might be surprised at what I'm capable of and anxious to do." After a slight pause, in a lower more serious tone she added, "Please be patient with my inexperience while I try to pleasure you."

Sally reached to Bill's belt and clumsily tried to open it. After two failed attempts he helped. Together they slid his pants down and off leaving him in his black cotton boxers sporting a large tent of fabric. Sally moved off the couch to kneel in front of him. As she reached for the waistband she apologized again saying, "My only experience in this area was rubbing a guy's pants until he came in them so please be patient and feel free to guide me. I want to learn how to pleasure you."

As his boxers were pulled down Bill's cock was soon poking straight up and bobbing in the air. Sally guided his shorts down to his feet and tossed them aside but her eyes never left the first live cock she'd ever seen. She couldn't help but compare it to some porn videos she'd seen- it wasn't as large as the professional cocks featured in videos but certainly seemed big enough. Seeing an erect cock in real life was very exciting. The concept that her body was the cause of his arousal and that she was going to relieve him of his sexual tension added to her excitement.

Sally moved her head closer and tentatively extended the fingers of her right hand to touch his cock. Her fingertips transmitted electrifying signals to her brain as her skin met his and lightly skimmed down his hard shaft. Her sex life was moving forward and it felt good to touch a guy's cock. She knew her fingers were giving him even more pleasure as he'd been teased for a long time without relief while she'd already cum twice. Bill watched and loved both the visual and tactile sensations of her light touch. Her inexperience was obvious and he wondered how much instruction he should give.

Sally's fingers curled around his shaft almost instinctively and moved up and down with a light touch of her fingertips. Bill decided to let nature take its course for the moment except to let out a deliberate gasp as encouragement. She heard his reaction and was thrilled that she'd pleased him. After a few passes up and down his cock Sally's forefinger explored his crown. She was shocked at how soft the skin felt and told him so. He continued to make noises- some deliberately intended to spur her on and some without thought.

Sally continued to toy with him and looked up to Bill's face. When she'd caught his eye she lowered her face to his cockhead while saying, "I don't think I know enough to give you a good blow job so just let me explore a little and I'll finish you with my fingers. Is that all right?" She held her mouth open just an inch above his cockhead watching the lust in his face and waiting for him to actually answer.

Bill grunted that she could do whatever she wanted and could learn by doing. He was surprised at her boldness when her mouth engulfed the head of his cock and her tongue lashed out all around the head. It felt fantastic and he told her so. She looked up at him with her mouth full of cock. Bill gasped and then said, "Wow. You look sooooo sexy with your mouth filled by my cock. They might not let you be a librarian anymore."

Sally continued to work her tongue over the first two inches of his cock and his arousal built toward the point of no return. Still he wasn't sure if her light touches would bring him off and he was getting desperate for that. He said, "You asked for direction. Keep your tongue doing that and use your fingers on my shaft. Grab more tightly than you did before, please."

"Yes, Sir," mumbled Sally around his cock. She wrapped several fingers around him and stroked his shaft vigorously. Bill could feel his semen moving up through his cock. Her technique wasn't very good but her enthusiasm and his pent up condition made up for that. He wondered if he should warn her. Before he could decide it was too late so he spit out a simple, 'Cumming...' as he shot into her mouth. She jerked with surprise but dutifully held her position and accepted every drop. As he finished his third volley he watched as Sally made a brave effort to swallow. She actually did rather well for her first time- there was no frowning or coughing. She was proud of her performance and as she pulled her mouth back made a grand gesture of licking up the one or two drops that remained on his cock head.

Bill said, "You did very well. I wanted to warn you but I'm afraid I waited a second too long."

Sally climbed up onto the couch next to him and the couple hugged. She whispered a 'thank you' in his ear saying that she really wanted him to make her a woman. He responded by saying that while he was looking forward to that it wasn't going to happen right then. "I want to go slowly. The last thing either of us wants is for me to be too sexually aggressive and upset you."

Sally replied, "If you saw the porn I read you'd understand that you've stumbled upon a sexually hungry woman who was afraid of men but trusts you. I think I'm the one who might scare you. Do you think you can handle that?"

"I'm certainly looking forward to trying. Did you say you read porn? Are you talking of romance novels or true porn?"




The Repressed Librarian



"I think that's all I'm going to say for the moment. Perhaps I'll share more when you're not so afraid to touch me. As I recall you promised that tonight your fingers would be inside my panties and touching my most intimate spots but you stayed outside. I feel cheated."

Bill replied that what he'd done had brought her to a great orgasm. There hadn't been time to get into her panties- much less her body. His fingers would get inside of her soon if she wanted them. He said they needed to get dressed and he needed to bring her home since he was riding in an early morning bike tour. She made an exaggerated frown but said she understood.

The couple hugged and Sally looked around to find her clothes which had been thrown in various directions. When she'd found everything she put her bra back on and asked if he'd meant it when he'd praised her bra selection since she'd bought the same style in several colors. He smiled and said he thought his arousal had answered that question. He asked if she was mentally okay with his assault on her breasts and she assured him that she'd loved every minute. She concluded by saying she definitely wanted to explore the sexual things he'd promised. She wondered if she could visit his apartment the next afternoon to pick up where they'd left off.

Bill paused to think about when he'd be back from biking and then said he'd pick her up at 3 PM. He said, "Since you seem inclined to call me 'sir' and say you want me to control things, listen carefully. I'll give you some instructions and you'll do as you're told or risk the punishment you hinted you might like. Bring a change of clothes and any hair care items you need so that after some sex play and a shower we can go to the bistro for dinner."

She asked if he was going to take her virginity and he'd said 'no'; he thought that should wait another week. He wanted to first introduce her to some other activities she'd missed over her years of hiding. She smiled and said in a submissive voice, "Whatever you say, Sir."

Sunday afternoon brought the couple together in his bedroom for the first time. He'd stripped off her outside clothes to find her body looking very sexy in a white demi bra and thong. He left her dressed in her lingerie- mentioning that he'd look forward to removing it as part of their foreplay. He then told her to undress him. She was nervous and inexperienced but jumped at the opportunity to undress her first man. When she pulled his shorts down his cock was firm but not rock hard. Bill had to assure her that he'd get fully erect soon enough.

Bill pulled the coverlet and top sheet off of the bed and guided Sally to lie down on the bed. He lay down next to her and kissed her passionately as he also fondled her bra covered left breast. Sally moaned with approval as she enjoyed being the object of his lust.

After kissing for a minute or more Bill removed Sally's bra and attacked her tits with his hands and mouth as he'd done the prior night. After enjoying her breasts and getting them both highly aroused Bill said, "You faulted me last night for not touching your pussy. Today I'm going to use my fingers and mouth on you which I think you'll enjoy."

With that Bill stripped her thong off and positioned himself between her legs. Sally writhed as his hands ran over her thighs and felt up her hips with obvious lust. Gradually, his attention moved in toward her more intimate areas. His fingers explored her Venus Mound and played with her pubic hair- gradually separating the hair near her pussy lips to better expose her lips. As he did so Bill said, "You professed a great willingness to do whatever I want. I trust that includes either shaving your pussy or getting it waxed in the very near future. Perhaps that would be a nice way for you to invite me to take your cherry."

Sally moaned from his touch and his sexy demand. "Yes sir. I will take care of that before next weekend. Would you like to shave me? I'm not sure I can do a good job in the places I can't see."

"Of course I'd love to do that. After dinner tonight would be a good time but we'll need to refresh your shave before the weekend. Perhaps we'll put off the shaving to next week."

Bill's fingers toyed with Sally's pussy lips and she had trouble holding still. She'd never been touched there before- except by her own hand - and the emotional and physical sensations were very strong. When she'd touched herself the touch was light and teasing. Bill's approach was much more forceful. His fingers penetrated her as if mimicking a cock and his palm cupped her Mound firmly from time to time. His entire technique was manly and dominant- taking and giving pleasure at his pace. Sally was starting to feel like a sexually active woman. While she still hadn't been penetrated by a cock enjoying your boyfriend's fingers moving in and out was very close to it. It was definitely very intimate and arousing.

Bill spread Sally's legs and moved to position himself so that his head was between her thighs. His fingers continued to play with her pussy so she wasn't too aware of his body's movement. When his mouth first touched her vaginal lips Sally realized what was now happening. It was the most intimate thing Bill could do and another wholly new experience for her. She squirmed as his tongue ran up and down her pussy lips for the first time. It felt like a wet sensual teasing machine was taking over her pussy; he moved about randomly but kept continuous contact with her lips or dipped into her core. When his tongue moved up to tease her clit her body lifted off the bed an inch or two and stayed there -wound tightly like a spring. Her body seemed paralyzed by the strong nerve impulses that were edging her close to a massive orgasm but not quite getting her there. Sally gasped and moaned with excitement as his tongue hit one set of nerves and then moved on to others. In each new place her nervous system registered exquisite pleasure. It was a unique feeling- akin to being tickled in that the sensations were so powerful as to be almost too much.

Sally panted and made unintelligible sounds as she tortuously inched closer to her relief. She'd never been so excited for so long without reaching orgasm. To the extent she could think she vacillated between loving the experience and cursing Bill for teasing her so well- his tongue was just a bit too soft or too short to get her off. It was exquisite torture- an aspect of sex she'd not known existed- much less experienced.

Finally, after what seemed like an endless time Bill inserted two fingers into Sally. She immediately knew she was going to cum and in just a few seconds her climax overwhelmed her. She wasn't sure if she blacked out or if her mind stopped working for a second or two but she was next aware of being exhausted and powerless to move. It took several seconds more for her to regain her breath. She now understood the term 'petite mort'. With a growing smile she reflected that she hadn't died and was instead totally sated for the first time. She couldn't wait for the next time.

She whispered, "Thank you." After her breathing near normalcy Sally said, "Is that what sex is supposed to be like or do you have some magic powers?"

"No magic powers. I think you're just reacting to your self-denial. As a normal young woman your body probably was primed for sex several years ago and with no outlet got somewhat pent up."

"I thought I dealt with that through masturbation. I guess it wasn't enough."

Sally asked that Bill slide up next to her on the bed and hug her for a minute. She said she knew he was horny and she'd deal with that in a bit but needed a little rest. As they hugged she thanked him again for introducing her to sex. After about 30 seconds her hand reached down to fondle his cock and balls which were straining for relief. She toyed with him for a minute or two marveling at the combination of strength and softness she could feel. His cock was structurally hard as steel and yet soft to the touch. It was also very sensitive as evidenced by his body language and soft gasps as her fingers trailed over him.

Sally lightened her touch to almost feather-like and wondered out loud if she could tease Bill for as long as he'd done to her. She remembered how he'd reacted to her fingers on his balls and teased them lightly with her long fingernails. Bill's body tensed noticeably and Sally beamed at her newly acquired womanly skills.

Bill said, "What you're doing feels wonderful but the object of the exercise is to give pleasure- not to tease- well, not to tease for too long. I didn't deliberately deny your orgasm to tease you- that's just frequently how oral sex can be since there's so little friction between the mouth and the sex organ. I could have brought you off faster by using my fingers or by attacking your clitoris but I thought you'd enjoy the slower approach. You have a lot to learn and I'm enjoying the role of teacher."

"My teacher's cock is starting to leak. Does that mean I should relieve the pressure quickly?"

"That's not semen. It's more of a lubricant but of course, there might be some semen in it. That brings up an important question. Birth control? Before we can have intercourse next week we need to have an understanding about that."

"I've been taking birth control pills for years. My mother wouldn't let me go to college without them and once I started taking them it didn't make sense to stop." Sally moved down on the bed so that her head was close to Bill's cock. Her fingers continued to play with him but now she could watch him as well. She found the veins and ridges on his cock both fascinating and sexually arousing as she could visualize them rubbing against the walls of her vagina.

After a minute of study Sally said, "I've done a fair amount of reading on the subject of blow jobs so I know what to do. I just lack experience. Can I practice now and again after dinner? I guess that's rhetorical- I've read that a guy never says no to a blow job." Before Bill could answer Sally ran her tongue up and down his shaft several times. She then engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth which he noted was extremely wet with saliva. He reveled in the feel of her mouth. He marveled that she'd studied how to give a blow job. He guessed he'd never had a date before that cared enough to do research.

There was so much saliva that some slipped out of her mouth as she moved about- making this a sloppy blow job- Bill's favorite kind. Sally must have learned her technique from her reading since the extra saliva was far in excess of what would have been produced routinely. She must have saved it in her mouth as she got ready to take in his cock.

She was certainly much more than the stuffy librarian he'd met at the start of the term.

Sally's lack of oral experience was evident but having primed his cock by her hand and finger action she soon had Bill close to cumming. She could sense his imminent climax and prepared herself to accept his load and swallow it like an expert. When he started to erupt his body thrashed a bit causing her mouth to come off of his cock at the critical moment. While she was quick to get her mouth back around him her chin had taken most of his first spurt. His semen ran down and dripped onto the bedsheet. 

After he'd calmed and Sally had pulled off of him she used her finger to clean the last bit of cum from her face and said, "Well, once more you've advanced my journey to feeling like a real woman. I know I'm still in training but having you shoot on my face makes me feel like a woman rather than the adolescent I've been. Taking your cum on my face was a big step for me."

"I think you're quite the woman already. Go take a shower so we can get ready for dinner."

Bill relaxed on the bed and thought about how far Sally had come. He couldn't wait to take her the rest of the way but was determined to make her wait another week. They'd both enjoy his attention to her nipples and oral sex during the week without the distraction of full sex. His cock started to stir as he remembered she wanted to come back after dinner to practice giving a blow job.