The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.
Thanks to Joseph for the story idea, and to Pat for his expert editing.
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Sarah had been the librarian at the middle school for four years. She had earned a teaching certificate, but was never comfortable in a classroom setting. She was an extremely self-conscious young woman, and her staunchly religious upbringing had only served to make her more uncomfortable when she became an "early bloomer." In the seventh grade, she had begun sprouting an impressive set of breasts. On her petite frame, they drew even more attention. For years, she had blushed whenever boys would stare at her chest.
As a result, she dressed very conservatively. Sarah was pretty, but did not think that she was. She covered her body in frumpy, loose-fitting clothes. The last two years of high school and throughout college, she drew very little attention. Guys saw her and assumed she was fat from the way her outfits billowed around her, and not very bright because of her bumbling conversation. It did not get her many dates.
When she did date, it had not gone well. Her mother set her up with guys from church. On those three occasions, it became obvious that the guys were not interested in her. They had agreed to take her out on a date to be polite. She simply could not make the first move, and they certainly weren't going to. At twenty-four years old, the closest she had come to having sex was a chaste peck on the lips.
After she moved out of her parents' house and shared an apartment with another young teacher, Sarah understood that her lack of experience was unusual. Her roommate dated and occasionally brought a guy home to spend the night. Sarah masturbated while listening to them having sex, but always felt guilty after she had done so. Her roommate, Denise, occasionally joked that Sarah needed to get laid.
Denise even bought her a vibrator as a joke. It was a cheap, hard plastic phallus that looked nothing like a real penis. Sarah intended to throw it away, but somehow it wound up in her bedroom.
For three nights in a row, she would look at the thing and shake her head. She just couldn't bring herself to throw it out, but she certainly couldn't imagine actually using it, either. Then Denise brought her latest boyfriend over after a night out at the clubs. He was a tall, good-looking guy. Sarah was turned on just listening to him talk. She found herself in her room and listened to Denise moan loudly through the wall separating their rooms.
She could not help but slip a hand into her panties as she listened. Her fingertips teased her wet little pussy lips and she moaned softly. Then her eyes landed on that white vibrator sitting on her dresser. She bit her lip and looked away. Surely she could never actually use that thing...
Denise's voice carried loudly through the wall. "Oh God! You feel so good inside me!"
Sarah's pussy gave a twitch. It had never had anything more than one or two of her wet fingers inside it. She had to wonder just how different it would be to have something much thicker inside her. Once again, her eyes lit on the vibrator. She could scarcely believe she had done it when she got out of the bed and brought the tacky toy beneath her covers.
I really should have thrown this thing away,
she thought.
I can't believe I'm actually touching myself with this. Oh! Good grief, what am I doing? Whoa, that does feel good!
Little by little, her pussy opened up around the vibrator. She hadn't put batteries in it, of course. It was seven inches long and less than an inch in diameter. The end of it was shaped like a bullet. Once it was inside her, though, Sarah was shocked just how good it felt. For the first time in her life, she realized
this
was what her pussy was made for.
She was on fire as she started to fuck her soaked pussy for the first time. Her entire body shook with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. In the aftermath, she panted and pulled the vibrator out. She stared at it in disbelief. It glistened in the light of her lamp. The aroma of her juices was unmistakable. Her hand shook as she slid it back beneath her covers and her mouth opened wide when it once again spread her open.
This time she tried to time the thrusts with what she heard coming from her roommate's bedroom. She imagined that Denise's gorgeous boyfriend was between her thighs, thrusting in and out of her. Each time her horny pussy spasmed around the vibrator, she felt less guilty about it. She came six times before Denise finished in the next room.
Sarah's legs felt like jello when she made her way into the bathroom. Her face was flushed when she looked into the mirror. She carefully washed the vibrator with soap and water. The smell of her arousal was pungent, and she worried that her roommate would smell it and would make fun of her. After she had cleaned the vibrator, she stuffed it into the top drawer of her dresser, hiding it under her panties.
The next night, she refused to touch the toy. She had a tough time sleeping, though. Her pussy was on fire and wanted more.
Sunday she went to church with her parents as she always did. They had a nice family dinner after the service. Her father and her two younger brothers watched football and cheered loudly. She relaxed and talked with her mother. The two women paid less attention to the games, but enjoyed watching them as a family. Sarah's dad always drank beer while he watched. When Sarah had to use the bathroom, her dad was already in the big bathroom. She went through her parents' bedroom to use their bathroom.
Sarah had to replace the roll of toilet paper after she had finished wiping. When she looked beneath the sink, she found the extra rolls. She sucked in a breath when she saw her mother's "neck massager" next to a tube of some sort of lubricant. She had seen the thing before, but never realized what it was. It was a slightly larger version of her own white plastic vibrator!
The presence of the lubricant was what finally clued her in.
Mom never used this thing on her neck!
she realized.
That moment of revelation changed Sarah's outlook forever. She realized that it was her father who had admonished her against "the evils of masturbation." After seeing her mother's vibrator, Sarah felt like she had permission to use hers.
That night, she fucked herself senseless with her new favorite toy. She rinsed it off afterward, and slid it under her pillow. From then on, she would use it almost every night.
Sarah still dressed conservatively for work. She was perhaps even more awkward when she tried to talk to guys, now that she finally wanted to have a man. All those late night sessions with her vibrator, combined with the sounds of sex coming from her roommate's bedroom had her libido in overdrive. Her glasses and baggy dresses did not make her look desirable, but it never crossed her mind to change her look. It was just how she was accustomed to dressing.
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Some older kids broke into the school and vandalized two classrooms one weekend. Sarah was relieved to see that her beloved library was untouched. Still, that incident would change her life.
The school hired a full-time security guard. His name was Frank and he was retired Army. He had been with the Military Police for seventeen years. As a young man, he had been shipped overseas. Originally, he had planned to serve for one tour and then seek employment with a police department stateside. But then he fell in love with Okinawa.
It was easy to do. After growing up in a little town in the Midwest, the beautiful island beaches and warm climate made for a welcome change. He had reenlisted and stayed there. A big part of his job was dealing with local bar owners when American servicemen would get drunk and get into fights. He made friends with many of those locals and spent a lot of time in the entertainment district even when he was off-duty. Frank had a keen eye for details and he would often head off trouble before it got out of hand.
He also became very popular with the local girls.
Japanese women had a very different attitude toward sex than the conservative American girls he had known growing up. When one of them decided they wanted to have sex with him, they would simply say so. At first, he had been shy and inexperienced. They thought he was adorable, even though he towered over those tiny women. Frank never thought of himself as well-endowed, but he was packing enough that he kept the ladies satisfied and coming back for more.
Somehow, though, he just never had a romantic connection with any of those women that lasted. Over the years he watched as more and more of his former lovers got married. Many of them moved away to live with their American husbands back in the States. When he took early retirement, he toyed with the idea of staying in Okinawa. He decided to go back "home" first. He figured he could always return to Okinawa later.
It was a real shock for him when he returned to his hometown. Everything had changed since he left. The small town had more than tripled in size. None of the old, local stores were still around. There was a massive mall and half a dozen smaller shopping centers now. His parents were shockingly old-looking, as were the girls he had dated in high school. All of them were married and had kids. Some of their kids had kids.
He hung out with some of the local cops, but he felt far too old to try to join the force as a rookie. Plus, he didn't really need the money. He had his Army retirement to cover his bills. One evening he had been having beers with a couple of police officers when one of them mentioned the vandalized school and the job opening.
It sounded like...well "fun" would be an exaggeration. It was something to do, and maybe a way to reconnect with his community. Even though he had been born here and lived here the first eighteen years of his life, he felt like an outsider. It was refreshing when he was welcomed to the job and appreciated by the office staff. The principal at the school was a guy his age. Like Frank, he had served in the Army. He had only stayed in four years before going to college, but he treated Frank with the utmost respect.
