Janet McCoy

Librarian with the hots

CHAPTER ONE

"Christ… I'm going to miss you when you're gone, Cathy!"

"I'll miss you too, Larry! I'll miss this nice big fat cock of yours! I… Oooooohh… sock it to me, baby!"

Larry had the pretty, brown-haired librarian backed up against the wall between two long rows of books. He was sending his herd cock deep up into her wet pussy in stroke after rhythmic stroke. She was standing on tiptoes, tilting her cunt upward a little to give him easy access to her greedy snatch. Her pussy-muscles seemed to spasm around his rigid penis each time he filled her. It was as if she never wanted to let him go. The feeling made him grunt with eager excitement.

"Jee-zuz, Cathy… they'll never get another librarian around here like you! Just the sight of you always makes my cock hard as a rock! And the nice part is…" He leered into her lust-dazed eyes.

"Oh Christ, screw me harder!" She felt his penis surge more urgently up into her tingling pussy. Her lower lip drooped as her face became a slack mask of arousal. "Oh, God-d-d… yes, that's the way! My cunt's so hot for you, lover!"

She had said nothing to indicate she had heard what the young man had said. But his words had registered. They had sent sharp little thrills of excitement darting through her half-clad body. They had told her that. Larry thought she was lewd, bold, whorish even. She turned him on. That was why Cathy enjoyed daring stunts like screwing customers right in the library.

She liked to be, lewd. She liked to be thought lewd. She liked to turn people on… especially people with fine hard cocks like the one Larry was shoving into her cunt right now.

"Ohhh yesss. So good! So good! So good!" Her pussy ground up to meet the hard-driving cock on each lunging impalement. Cathy was like a machine – a machine tuned to pleasure. She stared wild-eyed up at the wall clock at the other end of the double line of books. It said eight-twenty. She pulled her skirt up higher over her hips, until she was naked from the waist down. She enjoyed the cool rush of air over her sensitive belly. What did Cathy care what time it was! Cock – stiff, filling cock – that was all she cared about! That was all that existed for the moment in her private little universe of lust.

The incredible maneuvers of Cathy's loose jointed hips made Larry grit his teeth. Her belly was grinding round and round in tight little circles. Every move she made brought a new pang of pleasure-agony from his palpitating penis. The student had never known a woman who could make everything work at once, the way Cathy could. Once again he regretted the hard fact that she would soon be out of his life. Soon, study nights at the library would have lost all their special attraction.

Cathy wasn't always on duty when he came. She didn't always let him wait until after closing time for a quick forbidden tussle in the stacks. But there was always that delicious possibility, every time he walked in through the heavy oak front door. Soon Cathy and her antics would be only a sweet aching memory.

"Ooooohh, Cathy… I want to screw you and screw you and screw you! Shit, you drive me wild, baby! Your pussy drives me wild! Everything about you is just too damned much!" The young man came dangerously close to blowing his load right then. The hot, wet, clinging caress of her pussy threatened to pull the life-juices right out of him. But he wasn't ready to give in just yet. He had a hungry, squirming woman to satisfy first. And since this would probably be their last time together, Larry wanted to make it something special to remember.

The brown-haired beauty clutched eagerly at the younger man's arms, his torso, his clenching buttocks. She was trying to draw him even deeper into her cunt. His blood-engorged cock felt awfully good in her pussy. But, greedy nymph that she was, she wanted even more. She wanted to be filled so full she couldn't take any more. "Oh Larry," she grunted, her voice sounding more animal than human, "I want to eat you up! I want all of you inside me! Jee-zuz, you've got me so hot, I just want more and more!"

A little unnerved for a moment by the woman's boundless desire, Larry soon hit upon an inspiration. Roughly he pulled his cock out of her pussy and turned her around, facing the wall. She tried to speak to protest, but he silenced her by forcing her to bend over, hands against the wall, ass waving high. He pushed her skirt up over her hips, so the naked half-moons of her ass-cheeks were undulating white and delectable beneath his gaze. He dug his fingers into the smooth flesh and worked his cock in along her wet pussy-silt. He found her yielding cunt-hole and drove his penis deep up inside.

"Uuuuuuhhh!" Pleasure ripples made goosebumps stand out on his arms. "How's that, baby! Feeling better?"

"Oooohhh! Yessss!" When Larry had pulled his hard cock from her pussy, Cathy had experienced a moment's panic. Now that his penis was safely back up in her cunt, harder and more filling than before, she could only shriek with delighted glee. There seemed to be so much more of him this way. And she loved the perversion of being bent over in front of him like this, taking his cock up in her cunt as if they were a pair of animals. Now she could slain her buttocks back against his loins with all the strength she could muster. Spreading her legs to give herself purchase, she drove backward to meet his every lusty in stroke.

"Whhhoo-eeee! Look at that ass move!" Larry was proud of himself. He had found a way to give both of them more pleasure. By the deeper penetration of his cock and by providing the lurid visual stimulation of her hard-working buttocks. Cathy had just about the nicest ass he had ever seen anywhere… and that included all those girlie magazines he bought faithfully every month at the newsstand.

Her churning ass-cheeks demanded every bit of attention the young man could give them. He ran his hands eagerly over their ripe contours, relishing the way the flesh quivered with her excitement. The single brown eye of her asshole caught his attention. It seemed to challenge him to do something about its bald stare.

There was his cock, sliding wet and slick in and out of that slippery pink hole beneath. On impulse, he moistened a finger in her plentiful juices and stabbed it against her puckered sphincter. The little hole gave way almost at once, letting him penetrate her nether depths with his obscene probe. He was amazed at the tightness of the hot clinging flesh that engulfed him.

This new violation only made the woman writhe harder beneath the relentless pummeling of Larry's cock. Her whole body welcomed the finger he had plunged into her asshole. As she lunged back onto his hard purple cock, her asshole gobbled up his finger again and again. "Ooooohhh, your finger feels good in my asshole, baby! Oh shit, Larry, you really know how to get me going!" Her voice was low-pitched and thick, as though the intensity of her passion made it difficult for her to speak.

Larry's twin impalement seemed to have snapped something in Cathy's raunchy libido. She grunted and groaned and squirmed like a crazed creature, wriggling like a love-slave to make the most of the dual instruments of her pleasure. The young man continued to screw her with penis and finger. His actions were almost automatic. He was overwhelmed by the violence of the librarian's responses. His cock throbbed non-stop as her cunt nibbled it greedily. His finger worked in obscene tempo with his cock-strokes. His cock was aware of the finger working only a membrane away. The pleasure was growing steadily in his balls. It wouldn't be much longer now before he would have to give way to the intense sensations soaring through his hard-working body. And by the looks of the writhing woman, she too was on the verge of a crisis.

The staid old building that was the public library reverberated with the pants and squeals and moans of the lovers' hectic struggle. The librarian was bent over, bracing herself against the wall, her ass grinding wantonly in the air. The student was driving his purple-headed cock deep up into her welcoming pussy at the same time as he fingerfucked her asshole. He was using her body recklessly, and she was loving it. Both were totally lost in the ecstasy of their mutual abandon. All rules, all morals were submerged beneath the raw call of lust.

"Oooooohhh! Oooooohhh God-d-d… yessssss! Screw me! Screw me! It's so darned good, Larry!"

"Oh yeah, baby! I'm doing it! Jee-zuz, I'm going to miss you! You're such good cunt, Cathy!" Once again he regretted that the pretty librarian had never agreed to go out on a date with him. But maybe it was better this way. Maybe memories of furtive fondles among the library shelves were more fun after all than the more normal dating and screwing routine. When it came to good loving, Cathy had never let him down. She gave her all, once she gave anything.

"Uuuuuhhhh! I'm commmmm-ing-g-g-g!" Her lusty cries conveyed the pure joy of her release.

"Uh, shit yeah, me too! Me too!" It was good to be coming together. It was a fitting end to a weird but rewarding relationship. He hugged her ass for a while and lay his head on her back. Then, of one accord, they straightened up and arranged their rumpled clothing. They said good-bye in the parking lot.

"I hope you like the advertising business, Cathy!"

"Thanks, Larry! If you're as good an accountant as you are a lover, you should make a boodle." She insisted on shaking hands before they went their separate ways.

Larry's cock continued to tinge all during the drive home. Strangest chick he'd ever met, but Cathy sure was a good piece of ass. He'd never expected to meet anything like her in a library.

Must be one in a million, he thought. And then he began to wonder.

Well, he thought as he continued driving, I'll find out for sure next time.

CHAPTER TWO

The next day was Friday and Cathy's last day as a librarian. The brown-haired beauty had never really felt at home in the library. Her co-workers were so stodgy, so narrow-minded. Many of Cathy's sexual antics in the library after hours had been her way of telling the stuffy old biddies to "stuff it".

Realizing she was too full of life to become a successful part of the library's inner circle, she had accepted a job in advertising. She was already screwing the man who would be her boss. He had promised she would never experience a dull moment among his raunchy friends in advertising. Cathy was looking forward to stepping up the tempo of her life.

She was aware of the disapproving stare of Miss Doober as she leaned over the counter to chat with Rick Morris, a high school senior who was a special friend of Cathy's. Cathy always wore the top couple of buttons on her blouse open. She enjoyed the response she got from men when they spied her lush cleavage. Rick was giving her an assessing stare right now. Cathy could feel goose bumps standing out on her skin at the thought of his fine cock, probably getting hard inside his pants as he stared.

Their conversation was interrupted by Miss Doober. "Cathy… I know this is your last day, but we are paying you for a day's work. Would you mind typing up those index cards please? I'll take care of this young man…" Miss Doober was probably no more than forty, but she concealed what was left of her youthful looks behind horn-rimmed gasses and a severe bun.

Cathy winked at Rick and pranced back into the back office without replying to her boss. She could feel Miss Doober's eyes boring a hole in her back.

It was all the younger woman could do to keep from turning around and making a nasty face at the humorless Miss Doober. She realized she had nothing to lose, since this was her last day. But she had a special request to make at closing time and a raunchy plan. Provoking Miss Doober would spoil all the fun later.

When her boss wasn't looking, Cathy went over to Rick and left him a carefully folded note. She smiled slyly when he looked up at her. Even without the note, there was an understanding between them.

Left alone at his work-table, Rick opened the slip of paper. In dead center was neatly written: "One last round before I go. Be here at closing time." His cock throbbed in his pants as he tore the evidence into little bits. He had known Miss Coke wouldn't go away without saying good-bye properly.

As Miss Doober prepared to leave the library for the day, the staff gathered round to bid Cathy good-bye. The other two librarians strained to smile at their departing co-worker, but Miss Doober seemed unable to manage even that much. She shook hands stiffly and handed Cathy a package wrapped in plain brown paper.

"This is for you, Cathy. I hope it comes in handy in your future life."

Cathy was grinning broadly. At the moment she was feeling a perverse affection for the characters who had plagued her existence for the past year. They had their appeal, as Ebenezer Scrooge had his. In a way she felt sorry for them. She imagined none of them enjoyed any kind of sex life, including the three who were absent for this solemn occasion.

She unwrapped the mysterious package. It was a book on etiquette. Good old Miss Doober. Subtle as a shithouse seat! "Why thank you, Miss Doober! It's just what I've always wanted!"

This time the old goat smiled. "Just what you've always needed anyway, Cathy! Read it in good health!"

In consideration of her last request, the three older women left Cathy alone to close the library one last time. "I've really got a soft spot for the old place," Cathy explained fondly. "Some of the best moments of my life have been spent here! Honest!" she added when she detected frank disbelief on the faces of the others.

What she didn't add was that the best moment had all been spent with illicit lovers, after hours. She was sure the rafters would ring with her cries fix months after she was gone. The thought pleased her. She was leaving her mark, like a canny dog staking out its territory.

When she had given the others a ten minutes' safety time to be sure they were gone, she opened the heavy oak front door. Rick stole quickly inside and leaned on the door to close it. His lips bore down on Cathy's. Though she was close to ten years older than the boy, he was already a head taller. Rick was a basketball hero. He had a fan club of eager teeny-boppers at school, ready to spread their thighs for him. But he liked Miss Coke best.

She was no girl. She was a full-blooded, lusty woman. No female he had ever known could draw the responses from his cock that she could.

The teen-ager held the curvy brunette against him. His hands roamed over her smooth back, taut waist and round tight buttocks. His penis was already hard as a rock, straining against her belly through their clothes. He had been ready for her ever since she handed him her not.

"Oh, Miss Coke, you feel so damned good! I want to stuff my cock into that hot hole of yours right now!"

Though she had told him right away to call her "Cathy", Rick had insisted on remaining formal. Now it pleased her – that extra little touch of perversion that accented the difference in their ages. Not that she felt like a cradle-robber. There was nothing childlike about the hard arms that pulled her close, the lips that pressed savagely against hers. And the cock that throbbed like a live cobra against her stomach was as male as anything she had ever come across.

"Oh, Rick! I want you too! So much! But there's something special you've got to let me do first! I want to remember the taste of you forever!"

His heart pounded with excitement. He knew what she meant. The first time they had ever gotten together she had sucked his cock to distraction! "Oh yeah, Miss Coke! Anything you want is okay with me!" He could practically feel her lips on his cock already.

Her fingers caressed the bulge in his pants as she fell to the floor in front of him. So aroused was she by her lewd intention, it took her hands several moments to figure out the workings of his zipper. She reached into his fly cautiously, her face aglow with anticipation. His cock emerged. It was long and hard and thick, almost purple with the pressure of the blood pounding through it. She stared at its tumescent girth as though she had never seen anything so fine in her entire life.

"Oh Rick, darling! How I'm going to miss this beautiful cock of yours!" She stroked the head of his cock with short, feather-light little flicks of her fingertips.

Automatically, Rick leaned back against the heavy door. He was going to need some help if he was going to stay on his feet for this one. The light filtering into the room through the transom windows overhead was fading fast. But the moonglow allowed him a satisfying view of her dark head as she bent over his cock-head and took its mushroom-tip into her mouth.

"Uuuuuhhh, Jee-zuz! That mouth of yours is something else, Miss Coke! Christ, I love it when you suck me!"

She opened her mouth wide and took his whole penis deep into her throat. "Mmmmmm" was all she said, but it was such a lusty sound that it sent shivers up and down the boy's spine. The thing he liked best about the way Miss Coke sucked cock was how much she obviously liked it. It made him feel on top of the world to see a beautiful woman enjoying making love to his penis with her mouth. There was no question then about whether he had made it yet to grown-up status. He would have fought lions for Miss Coke and her good loving! He was sure even his old man had never done any better than this! What was there better than this?

Reveling in her own depravity, Cathy began to work her lips back and forth along the penis that filled her mouth. She nibbled every contour with greedy skill. Her lips clung to the fleshy surface of his cock like a second skin. Their pressure was just enough to keep Rick feeling a little bit off balance every second. She was making the blood pound faster through his cock. She was provoking a lewd tingling in his balls, still tucked safely away inside his pants.

Impatiently, she dug into his fly and pulled out the hairy sacs of his testicles. Her tongue lapped hungrily all the way down the underside of his penis. When she reached his balls, she took the heavy globes into her mouth, one after the other, and sucked them eagerly.

"Aaiiieee! Jeez-z-z! Holy shit, what are you trying to do to me!"

He grabbed hold of her hair and tugged on it savagely. Too much more of that ball-sucking and he'd be shooting his load into her mouth right now! She wasn't going to get off that easily! "Come on, Miss Coke! Suck my cock! Do it to me!"

With the cruel guidance of his hands, she bobbed her head up and down over his turgid cock. She enjoyed even the pain that the strain on her scalp brought her. His urgent movements indicated, he was enjoying her cock-sucking as much as she was. She loved making herself slave to a penis this way! She loved the ever-present threat of quarts of thick hot juices over pouring, spilling down the back of her throat. She liked to revel in the masculine presence in her mouth – hard, demanding cock!

Rick smiled as he watched the shadowy picture of her head making its obscene way back and forth along his penis. She was so totally absorbed in what she was doing. She was like a willing slave come to worship at the altar of cock. There was something that would make the picture even more perfect for him. "I want to see your tits, Miss Coke! I want to watch them move while you suck me!"

She closed her eyes at the hot flash of pleasure his words brought her. Without taking her mouth from his cock, she hurriedly removed her blouse and her bra. She caressed the generous firm mounds of her tits for a moment, bringing the tips to rubbery erection for him. The sensations only added to the excitement already gushing from her neglected pussy. Again she gripped his cock firmly at the base and worked her mouth more avidly back and forward.

Wide-eyed, the boy watched her lush breasts sway with the rhythm of her slavish exertions. She had large nipples, larger than he had ever seen on any girl. The way they were poking saucily out at him now made him grunt with intense desire. What a woman! What a shame she was going away! "You're so beautiful, Miss Coke! I hope the people at your new place appreciate you as much as I do!"

Though the hands tangled in her hair bespoke a man's passion, the words belonged to the boy that was still half of Rick Morris. She felt genuine pleasure from the obvious admiration he had for her. She might well miss his kind of artless praise in the gaudy world of advertising that was about to claim her. "No one will ever be exactly like you, Rick! You're the greatest!"

He forced her head back onto his cock, but she knew the compliment would please him. She felt she had helped make a boy into a man. She almost regretted she would not be around to see the finished product. It would be something!

Much as he was enjoying the feel of her mouth on his cock, Rick felt that it was time he took the woman in hand and gave her a sound fucking. Her compliment reminded him that, to deserve that kind of boost, a man had to know when to be a man. He could not let Miss Coke do all the work during their last time together. "I want to screw you now, Miss Coke! I can't wait any longer!"

It was exactly what she wanted to hear. Her cunt was sopping wet under her skirt. Her breasts still tingled from the reckless handling she had subjected them to a short while ago. She wanted to give herself up to her own pleasure now. She wanted to feel her cunt filled to overflowing with potent cock!

Rick knew that she liked it best from behind. And he liked to do it to her that way. It made him feel complete master over the woman.

Raising her to her feet, he led her to one of the work-tables, and bent her over it. He pushed her skirt up over her ass and caressed the swelling mounds of her ass-cheeks. His cock stuck out like a poker from his fly. No more time for preliminaries. He had to have her now!

Spreading her ass-cheeks wide, he drove his cock deep up into the hot wet tunnel of her cunt. Her pussy-muscles clasped eagerly around him, welcoming him to the forbidden delights of her greedy honeypot.

"Oooohh! Yeah, Rick honey! Your cock is delicious in me! Screw me, baby! Screw me!"

Her wish was his command. Without pausing, he began to establish a solid stroking rhythm in and out of her moist hole. His penis felt like it had just slipped into a hot vat of syrup. It slipped in and out of her cunt with lusty ease.

With all the build-up of her skillful cock-sucking, his penis was more than ready to enjoy a rowdy assault on her quivering eager pussy. Rick sank his knuckles into the smooth flesh of the near-naked woman and braced himself for an all-out effort. He grunted lustily each time his cock was buried to the hilt in her warm wetness. His growls mingled with her unceasing moans. They fucked like alley cats. There was no rule in the book that was going to put a rein op them now.

A crazy grin stretched over Cathy's features as she braced herself against the wooden table beneath. There was the smell of the library – of a year of her life – in the wood. She was saying good-bye to all that in the way she most liked to round out any celebration – with a hard-driving cock working its way ruthlessly into her cunt.

"Good-bye, library!" she moaned. "I hope the next girl can live up to my memory! God knows this place needs a little life!" She felt an amused affection for the old building that had witnessed so many wanton scenes of abandonment. In her ecstatic delirium, she dared to hope that someone else would come along who could appreciate just what a fine haven of delights this library could be.

Cathy knew she was getting close to orgasm when her mind started entertaining absurd notions. She was losing her grip on reality. To her addled mind, the whole world became a dizzy playground of sex and merriment. She wanted everyone to have a good time, even Miss Doober. It was so easy, really, to have a good time in life. All you had to do was get it on!

"Oh Rick! Rick! Harder! Faster, baby! Ooooohhh… that's the way! I'm coming! You're making me commmmme!"

Pleased with his success, Rick relaxed his self-control for a moment. He was not to recover it this evening. "Ooooohh! I'm comming too, Miss Coke!"

Their pleasure in each other had been intense. It took them some time to recover their senses.

She would really miss him. It felt good to know there were people in life she could genuinely miss. It made being human a more moving experience.

CHAPTER THREE

When Miss Doober was interviewing young women in search of Cathy's replacement, she kept one thing constantly in mind. She wanted a girl who knew her place, who knew how to respond to orders.

It wasn't that Cathy Coke hadn't done a decent job. She was a hard worker, and an efficient one.

But she had always had that little smile on her face that said she knew something no one else did. It drove Miss Doober to a frenzy. She had never learned how to get under the younger woman's skin. Nothing she could say or do seemed to bother her.

The new girl had to be someone who knew how to say "yes, ma'am" and mean it… sincerely. When she asked twenty-year-old, blonde, blue-eyed Jane Friesen if she thought she was the kind of girl who could take orders without resenting them, Jane replied: "Oh, yes," The look on her pretty young face was so obviously sincere that Miss Doober couldn't help but hire her right on the spot.

"You can start Wednesday, if you like."

"Oh, that's wonderful, Miss Doober. I'm very grateful."

The head librarian smiled broadly, basking in the awesome shadow of her own generosity. She felt she had made, a very wise choice in hiring Jane Friesen. The only point she could find against her was that she was a bit too pretty. But Jane seemed modestly unaware of her striking good looks – a sign that indicated to Miss Doober a woman of good character.

Jane's performance on the job immediately justified the older woman's choice. Jane proved to be a very eager, obedient employee. She was at home in a library, having worked part-time in one even before she took the course in library science. Within a week, Miss Doober felt comfortable with entrusting to the girl the boring task of shooing out the last customers and closing the library for the night.

It was only Jane's second night alone when she came upon a very upsetting situation at the back of the library, amid the stacks of books that were kept in the building for reference only. She had thought she was alone. Whispered voices coming from the next aisle told her differently. They also made the blood flow cold in her veins.

"Oh God, Rick, that feels so good! Eat my pussy some more!"

"I sure will, baby! Your cunt tastes terrific!"

At first, the blonde wanted to believe she had not heard the lewd exchange. But the lusty female moans that followed drove home the upsetting fact that there was something going on back there that she was going to have to do something about!

Carefully, she pushed aside a couple of books and looked through her peephole at the young couple in the next aisle. The girl, who looked no more than sixteen at most, was leaning back against a wall of books. She was holding her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her panties had fallen in a puddle around her ankles. She had her legs spread as far as the confining hold of the panties would allow. Her knees were bent slightly, to give her boy lover easier access to her naked cunt!

The brazen wantonness of the girl took Jane's breath away. When she had been that girl's age, she hadn't even let herself dream about doing anything so depraved!

The boy's shaggy head was buried busily between the girl's parted thighs. By the violence with which he was moving his head, Jane guessed that he must be tonguing the girl's pussy to frenzied ecstasy. For just a second she experienced a jolt of excitement inside her own panties. She damped her thighs tightly together and chided herself for her abandon. Though she was alone, her cheeks blazed bright red. Instead of angrily driving the intruders out, she was letting herself be aroused by their lust! How could she be so disgusting!

Upset by the violence of the feelings warring inside, the blonde forced herself to look away from the inciting scene. Her self-control lasted only a moment, however. Then, overcome by curiosity, she returned to her peep-hole. Her one concession to her conscience was that she refused to let herself think any more sexy thoughts. Her mission was to decide how to rid the library of these shameless people!

Almost at once, Jane found herself captivated by the look of rapt ecstasy on the girl's face. She was a redhead and she tossed her luxurious thick hair back over her shoulders as she gazed, unseeing but blissful, up at the plastered ceiling. Her tongue darted from her mouth, licked anxiously over her lips. The gesture made Jane think of someone dying of thirst. But no such unfortunate ever wore such a pleased grin!

The girl's smile grew broader from time to time. The times usually coincided with the clenching of her fingers that pulled the boy's head closer into her twat. He must have been driving his tongue deep into her tender hole. "Oh Rick! Your tongue is doing such nice things to me! My pussy's getting so hot, baby!"

The boy raised his head and smiled at the girl. "I know, Cindy. Your juices are giving me one hell of a face-wash!" He chuckled lewdly, obviously pleased with himself. He extended his tongue, then it disappeared back up into the red nest of her pussy.

The watching blonde remembered the youth now. He came into the library regularly. Several times, he had tried to strike up conversations with her, but she had discouraged him. The library was no place for chit-chat. She had noticed Miss Doober smiling approvingly in her direction the first time she silenced the boy. Prom then on, she had automatically responded with the same cold smile and the finger held to her lips. Not once had he appeared discouraged by her reply. Bach time she served him, they went through the same routine. Once she had even giggled in spite of herself.

Jane had never imagined that youth – or anyone for that matter – would have the nerve to engage in such an outrageous display right here in the library! What could the two of them be thinking? Weren't they afraid of getting caught?

Though she tried to motivate herself to go out and interrupt the lewd twosome, deep in her heart Jane knew already that she could never do it. The very idea of telling the boy to stop sticking his tongue into that girl's pussy made her turn deep red all over. Even a self-righteous display of anger would never conceal her embarrassment. She simply did not want them to know that she knew what they were doing.

Realizing the next best thing for her to do was to abandon her peep-hole and let the teens sneak out in their own good time, the blonde tried to tear herself away from the lust scene.

It was no good! She was rooted to the spot. The sight of the boy's head working rapidly between the girl's thighs, the rapture on the girl's face, her hushed little mewls of pleasure mingled with his grunts of passion. All these combined to create a spectacle that held her attention as surely as a magnet holds a nail. She couldn't leave. She had to see what happened! Though she wouldn't admit it, Jane was fascinated by such a primitive display of lust.

Jane herself was no virgin. But she was the next best thing: a woman who hadn't yet discovered her capacity for pleasure. Her few experiences with men had left a bad taste in her mouth. She had been raised strictly by church-going parents, and her brief affairs seemed to prove everything they had ever taught her. A boy will never respect a girl who doesn't respect herself. Respecting herself meant waiting for marriage.

There was a problem in that. Jane felt she was far too young to marry. She hadn't let herself think too much about a possible long empty future without sex or companionship. She was living just one day at a time, and keeping as far away from men as she could. She was lonely, but she didn't know what to do about it. Men all seemed to want only one thing.

Her wide blue eyes drank in the obscene abandon with which the boy tongued his girl friend's willingly parted pussy-lips. He'll never respect her, she thought. But that thought seemed small consolation for the ecstasy she knew she was missing.

"Oh God, Rick! Your tongue in my cunt feels just like a little cock! All hard and slippery and yummy. My pussy feels so nice, baby! Mmmmmm!"

Again Jane's cunt throbbed with muted passion.

This time, she didn't even think to reproach herself. She simply clasped her hand over the swell of her pubic mound and held on for dear life. She didn't want it to feel good, but at the same time, it did feel so good. For an instant she thought about raising her skirt and slipping her hand into her panties.

No! No! She mustn't do that. That would make her as bad as they were! So she held quietly onto her pulsing pussy and watched.

"Your cunt tastes great, Cindy!" Rick leered up at his girl friend before stabbing his tongue once again deep into her wet hole. He enjoyed the look of uncontrolled desire on her face. Cindy was the hottest chick at school. She'd been chasing him ever since basketball season started. She wasn't Miss Coke, but Rick had to admit the girl had a lot of potential. She really knew how to let go!

The boy had convinced the redhead to let him eat her pussy here in the library by lying. He said the librarian always worked in the back for an hour after dosing time. He said he'd stayed late lots of times, and then snuck out just before the woman on duty was ready to leave. She had been nervous at first. But the idea of getting her pussy eaten under such lewd circumstances had finally gotten the better of her. Rick had been sure it would. Knowing Miss Coke had taught him a lot about the way a woman works. He knew how to make her want it as much as he did.

Rick had his own devious reasons for wanting to eat Cindy's cunt in the library. The ambitious teen-ager had his sights set on the beautiful blonde who had replaced Miss Coke. Though she had discouraged his every overture so far, Rick was self-confident enough to believe that she liked him. He was intrigued to see how she would react to his shameless act between the book-shelves. As his tongue danced expertly over the pink folds of his girl friend's pussy, he imagined Miss Friesen concealed somewhere nearby, watching them. The way Cindy was moaning, though she was trying to keep it down, made him confident that the blonde couldn't help but discover them.

It didn't surprise him that Miss Friesen hadn't interrupted them. He knew she was shy. It would be much more her style to watch and make observations about his style as love maker. As his cock throbbed inside his jeans, Rick wondered how she was enjoying his performance. Was her pussy wet inside her panties?

What it came right down to was: Rick was advertising for the seduction of the new librarian. He had enjoyed his affair with Miss Coke more than anything in his life. He saw no reason why he shouldn't repeat the experience with her pretty successor. Once Miss Friesen saw that he was a young man who knew his way around, perhaps she would look at him in a new light.

And if she didn't? Well, that would be too bad, but Rick would have had his fun anyway.

Charged with the excitement of his bold scheme, Rick stabbed his tongue again and again deep up into the clasping warmth of Cindy's twat. He clamped his lips around her slick pussy-lips and sucked hard. She squealed with delight. Her red-thatched cunt-mound ground encouragingly into his face.

"Ooooohhh, Rick! You do it so good!"

He glowed with pride at the girl's eager praise. His tongue darted down one side of her pussy and up the other, mixing his saliva with the generous sheen of her cunt-juices. Again he darted his tongue-tip into her hole, then down and up into her asshole. She squirmed urgently against him. By the way she was working it out, Rick guessed it wouldn't be much longer before she would be coming like crazy.

Without realizing why, Jane noticed it was becoming unbearably hot in the library. She tossed her hair back from her face, seeking some relief from the fires that were assailing her unwilling body. Though she continued to deny her arousal, there was no mistaking the sticky dampness of her panty-crotch that had ridden up into the slit of her cunt. Still her palm clutched her pubic mound, trying to stop the throbbing there. Her excitement only increased. It was horrible! She felt she couldn't stand it any more!

Still she stayed, her eyes pressed to her peephole. She watched the redhead growing more and more abandoned as her passion increased. Beads of sweat stood out on Cindy's forehead. She was hot too. But there was no question about what was heating her up. It was the talented tongue that stabbed again and again deep into her hot pink cunt-hole.

"Ooooooohh, Rick! I'm coming, baby… I'm commmmm-ing-g-g!"

It was all Jane could do to keep from moaning aloud in chorus with the wanton teen-ager. She hadn't realized how closely she had been identifying with Cindy until the moment of her climax. It was then that she felt an incredible surge of contempt, of anger – of jealousy. What that girl was doing was wrong! Cindy was a depraved, shameless girl! A little voice deep inside persisted in asking: Why can't I feel that way too? If she's so bad, and I'm so good, why is it her who feels so happy? She began to wonder about the dubious rewards of virtue.

By the time Jane got home, she was exhausted. She had had to stay in the library another half-hour, to be sure the teen-agers had left. Vivid memories of all she had just seen and heard tortured her for the rest of the evening. She tossed and turned restlessly, trying to sleep. Finally, the rhythmic grinding of her pussy-mound against her mattress lulled her to the land of sweet, forbidden dreams.

CHAPTER FOUR

There was another young man at the library who had been paying attention to Jane. He was older than Rick, older in fact than Jane by about a year. His name was Larry and he was an accounting student.

Jane thought he seemed very nice. Though stand-offish at first, she finally agreed to let him take her out for lunch. They talked several times after that. At last Larry coaxed her into accepting a date.

Jane was nervous about letting a male get so close to her. Though she had tried to drive memories of Rick and that awful night from her mind, it was difficult. Rick was in the library almost every day, and still trying to be friendly. No longer able to remain cool and aloof, Jane found herself blushing furiously every time he came near. She usually rushed off on some excuse and let one of the other women wait on him. Bright in her mind was a picture of his shaggy head buried between the girl's thighs, backed by the ghostly murmur of their passion-moans. Worst of all, she couldn't shake off the eerie conviction that he knew that she knew.

The young woman had decided the best therapy would be to get to know a man on friendly terms. Other than the boy who had taken her virginity, and her authority-figure father, she had never really known a man. The entire sex was a mystery to her.

When other girls had already started to go out on dates, to brag about their experiences with boys, Jane was still turning around and heading in the other direction every time a male came near. For some reason unknown to Jane, most men scared the heck out of her.

She didn't trust Larry any more than she did any other man. But he did seem a lot nicer than most. Maybe he would be willing to just be her friend, for a while at least, until she could figure out exactly how she felt about the opposite sex. Before he came by to pick her up the evening of their date, she had decided to be very firm with him. There was to be no misunderstanding about the nature of their relationship.

Larry was a perfect gentleman the entire evening. Jane felt a little guilty about shrinking from his touch when he guided her through a doorway or helped her into a chair. She couldn't help herself. The fear that she had nurtured for so long was not going to evaporate in an evening. She only wished it could be easier for her to tell him exactly how she was feeling – that she liked him, but she wanted to be just friends at least until they knew each other better.

Larry had his own plans for the evening and for the course of his relationship with the new librarian. He had the example of Cathy Coke to inspire him to great ambitions in the case of Jane Friesen. Though the blonde was younger and seemed much more shy, she turned him on at least as much as Cathy had. She had big beautiful tits that stuck straight out from her chest. And her ass! That was the best part as far as Larry was concerned. It was high and tight and round. It made him ache to stroke it every time she walked across a room. Larry had always been an impatient fellow. He intended to establish himself on a stroking basis with the blonde as soon as possible.

The blonde's stiff manner and her shy reserve didn't bother Larry in the least. In his experience, it had always been the quiet ones who made the best lays. They did all their communicating with their bodies!

If Jane wanted to play it prim and proper, that was fine with Larry. He knew his manners as well as any guy. Later – after he had shelled out his hard-earned money for food and drink – then would come the time of reckoning.

After the show, he took her to a bar. She said she didn't drink, but he convinced her to try one, just for fun. She sipped timidly at the screwdriver, until she decided that alcohol wasn't so horrible after all. She finished before he did and agreed to a second. Larry congratulated himself on a good choice.

She was swaying a little as he guided her to his car. The best sign that the liquor had done its work was the way she leaned against him when he took her arm. Before, she had cringed from him as though he had the plague, or his fingers were red-hot branding irons. Now she seemed to crave the security of his arm.

"You know, Larry," she began when they were safely inside the car. She was feeling incredibly relaxed and peaceful. "I was kind of worried about tonight."

He grinned easily. He enjoyed the change in her that liquor had wrought. There was a lightness in her voice that hadn't been there before. "Why were you worried, Jane?" He slipped his arm around her shoulders. The parking lot was dark – a good place to cop a quick feel.

She giggled, then smiled sheepishly up at him. "I feel kind of silly." For a moment, she frowned. "Before, I liked you and everything, but I wanted to tell you something important. And you know what? I was afraid to! I'm not afraid any more."

"Good. I don't want you to be afraid with me. What were you going to tell me?" He was ill-at-ease. If she had the clap, he'd shoot himself. What a bummer that would be, after all his plans.

She was only vaguely aware of his hand resting on her shoulder, then slipping down to the sloping swell of her breast. "I wanted to tell you that I… just want us to be friends. I… don't want to get romantic right now, you know?"

A wave of relief flowed through him. Was that all? The alcohol had had its effect on Larry, too. He was getting some very strong feedback from the fingers investigating the rich curves of her tit. His cock was beginning to throb mightily in his pants. He didn't even bother to consider her claims about wanting to be friends. He was close to the woman, there was only one thing on his mind.

And it wasn't friendship!

His lips bore down on hers, hungrily demanding that she return his passion. His tongue stabbed at her teeth until at last she was forced to let him inside. He searched the hot warmth of her mouth while his hands roamed over her back and breasts. She felt so soft and feminine. His cock strained impatiently against his trousers. He wanted her!

"Mmmmmpphhh!" Completely overwhelmed by the abruptness of Larry's move, Jane tried in vain to break free of him. His mouth probed hers. His tongue stormed its way into her mouth, dueled with her tongue, forcing a response from her repressed senses.

Her mind fought groggily to understand what was happening. She had thought they were going to be friends. And now he was kissing her, kissing her like she had never been kissed before. No man had ever stuck his tongue in her mouth. She had always thought the idea revolting. But there was something about it, something about being lost in the rising tide of excitement that made her feel weak all over.

Despite herself, she began to return the kiss. Gingerly, she prodded his tongue with her own. Then she was no longer timid. She was a hungry, demanding woman, striving to struggle free of a lifetime of unnatural rules. Why should she deny herself the pleasures of living, pleasures that were basic and universal? If a girl like Cindy could revel in passion, why not her? She was grown up. She needed to be kissed. Only now, when she was doing it, did she realize how much she had needed to be kissed.

It wasn't until his hand had made its way inside her bra that Jane realized there was more to this kiss then just kissing. His fingers caressed the sensitive curves of her tits with a maddening touch. He pinched her nipples, first one and then the other, until they were hard and throbbing.

She could feel the response in her tits darting all the way down to her cunt. There was a wetness building inside her panties. It was as if her whole body was trying to get in on the rhythm of their embrace. Every nerve-ending seemed to add its note of pleasure to the harmonious whole. Wrong as she knew it was, she craved more of the sensations, craved them with every fiber of her being. She didn't want him to stop. Not yet. Just a little bit longer. She was feeling so alive, for the first time in such a long time.

"Oooooooohhh!"

Delighted with the beauty's response, Larry investigated more boldly the valleys and peaks of her tits. He pulled her blouse wide open and pushed her bra up to her armpits. Now it was easy for him to caress their ripe smoothness. They were such beautiful tits. He would have liked to suck them right then, but he didn't dare abandon her mouth. She might bolt like a spring lamb the minute he let up on her.

Her rigid little nipples pressed pertly against the palm of his hand. His cock jerked at the lusty contact. He kissed her more passionately, forcing her to lie back along the car seat. He positioned his body over hers, straining down against her as their mouths locked together in a searing carnal union.

Only a few times in her life had Jane ever let herself succumb to the kinds of feelings torturing her now. None of those times had been as appealing, as overwhelming as this. Larry was such a handsome man, much more so than the one who had stolen her virginity. His skilled lovemaking almost made her forget there was anything wrong with what they were doing. His tongue probing her mouth tasted delicious. Her tits under his touch tingled with an ecstasy they had never known before. Her first lover had been clumsy and crude. Larry seemed to know exactly what to do to give her the most pleasure, to weaken the ramparts of her resistance.

"Mmmmmm… hhhnnnhhh…" As she became aware of the thick bulge pressing against her thigh, she began to struggle to resist the man. His cock was hard and swollen, hungry for her. She could not let herself ignore this blatant warning of her danger.

Right now they were only kissing and touching. But would his rigid penis be content with that? The old fear began to come back, to chill the glow that had hold of her body. "Noo… nnoooo!" she managed to mumble when he came up for air.

Unwilling to abandon a near-victory, Larry slid a hand up along her thigh into the crotchband of her panties. She was fighting him, but he had her well pinioned. His legs straddled her hips as he stroked the soft wet lips of her pussy. He continued to kiss her. Much to his delight, she began to return his pressure once again. Her tongue again came alive, stabbed his with raunchy haste.

Jane's mind seemed to have lost hold of her body. She was pursuing the delicious sensations despite her conscience that tried to scream "no!" She was being torn in two by the struggle between flesh and scruple.

Suddenly his finger drove deep into the tight hot hole of her pussy.

"Aaaaaaggghhh!" she screamed. Still caught in the web of her own excitement, she began to grind her pussy up against his invading finger. The finger worked in and out of her greedy cunt like a little cock, mesmerizing her, freeing her of the last hold of her conscience. It wasn't easy to lunge her hips forward beneath the pinning weight of the man. But ecstasy seemed to have endowed Jane with superhuman strength. She was hot and hungry for more of the obscenely stroking finger.

"That's a girl! Let it feel good! Oohh! Your pussy feels terrific, Janie!" Sliding down along the seat, he brought his head even with her tits. He began to suck greedily on one aroused nubbin. His finger continued to rub the walls of her wet pussy. She was grinding up against him like there was no tomorrow. It sent the blood pounding through his veins, right down into his rigid cock, to feel the aroused woman squirming beneath him.

He had won! In just a few minutes, his penis would be buried deep in this steaming cunt!

Sure of the victory at hand, Larry let himself revel in the round smooth perfection of her tits, in the clasping heat of her cunt. His tongue swirled lewdly around first one swollen nipple and then the other. His finger screwed her pussy as exuberantly as his cock would the minute he was ready to take her.

Sweating and writhing beneath the big man, Jane lost all grasp of time and place. The whole universe seemed centered in her throbbing pussy. Her cunt-walls spasmed around the invading finger. She wanted to suck it deep inside. Suck all of him inside. It felt so wonderful to be free, to be alive.

She felt Larry maneuvering on the seat beside her. Even in the haze of lust, she heard the zipper come down. Then came the fleshy hard pressure against her bare thigh. His cock was out! It was swollen, ready to soar up into her pussy!

Like an avalanche there descended dismal memories of the unhappiness that had followed the last time she let a penis into her pussy. Just when she had started to love the man who was making love to her, she had discovered him holding hands with another woman! He had acted like he didn't even see her! He hadn't even called her after that!

It had been so bad! Making love had only brought heartache to her then.

Once again she was vividly aware of how wrong her behavior with Larry really was. She hardly even knew him. For all she knew, he would make love to her once and disappear from her life forever, leaving her feeling small and cheap and ugly. She couldn't let that happen. She mustn't let it happen! She had to be good, to save herself for the man who would care enough about her to marry her.

Larry was trying to crawl up over her. His rigid cock-shaft was grazing her thigh. It couldn't have terrified her more if it had been a razor-sharp knife.

With superhuman energy, she drew her legs together and jerked herself up into a sitting position. He tried to grab for her, but she was every place at once – snatching up her purse, reaching for the car door, fleeing out into the mild evening air.

"Bitch!" she heard him spit out, but she didn't pause in her flight until she was safely inside the bar where they had enjoyed their cocktails just a short while before. She called a taxi, and asked the headwaiter to announce when it arrived. Then she ducked into the ladies' room to wait. One look in the mirror made her tremble with shame.

She was a mess! Hair disheveled! Skirt twisted! Blouse held half shut over a crumpled bra that was up around her shoulders! It amazed her that the headwaiter hadn't even looked at her funny. He must see some sights around here she thought wanly.

By the time the taxi arrived, she had made herself look presentable once again. It took a superhuman effort for Jane to resist bursting into tears until she was safely inside her apartment. As soon as the door was shut, she dissolved in a flood of self-pity. Why did men try to take advantage of her, when all she wanted was to be a friend? She cringed inside when she thought about the shameful way she had let herself be taken in for a while. She had actually let him suck her tits and sink his finger in her pussy, while she moaned with pleasure! Those drinks she had had in the bar had turned her into an animal!

CHAPTER FIVE

Jane came down with a bad case of nerves that she was able to deal with by drastic measures. She bought herself a bottle of gin and every night after work, she had a drink before dinner. The alcohol helped mellow her out. Soon she was able to deal with the bad sexual memories she had gathered since her employment at the library. She consoled herself by deciding she was too sensitive for men ever to understand her. She was trying to defend a sense of morality that seemed to be on the decline. Some day, she hoped, she would meet a man who admired what she stood for. Then she could let go of the tight reins she held on herself.

Sometimes – especially the nights when she decided to have two cocktails instead of one – she found her body trembling at the thought of things she had seen and done recently. Rick licking Cindy's pussy to ecstatic abandon. Larry pumping his finger in and out of her own awakened pussy. Her reaction to such depravity frightened her.

She found the best treatment was to go to bed early. If she was on her stomach and rocked herself gently against the mattress, she soon began to feel better. Then she could fall into a satisfied doze and awaken refreshed and purified the next morning. She resorted to this kind of self-help more and more often as the days passed.

One night, she was alone on duty, getting ready to close the library. At a back table, she found Rick engrossed in homework. She paused, timid at the realization that she was alone with the boy whom she had seen eating a girl's pussy.

She scolded herself for hesitating. He was only a schoolboy. She had a job to do. She would simply tell him to leave and he would obey her. She must learn how to hide behind her own authority.

"Excuse me, the library is about to close."

He seemed startled by her voice. He looked up and smiled. The smile seemed so innocent and boyish that Jane dared to smile back. He wasn't a monster after all.

"Oh, hi, Miss Friesen. Man, is it eight o'clock already! I got so caught up in this book…" He looked sheepish. "I'm only supposed to read three poems for tomorrow, and I've been through half the book. Talk about a keener, eh?"

Jane was pleasantly surprised. Any boy who could appreciate poetry had to have some sensitivity in him. She had already been impressed by the number of hours he spent in the library, studying. At first she had flattered herself that he only came in to see her. But, even when he continued to get nowhere with her, he was in here two or three hours almost every day, working over his books. "Oh, you're reading Walt Whitman. I like him too."

She sat down opposite him.

"Yeah, this is pretty heavy stuff. The guy really did some thinking, didn't he?"

"Mmm-hmm. You know, I bet you're top of your class at school. You spend more time in here than anybody, even the old folks who like to read their papers."

Rick's heart was beating fast. All this time, he had been trying to get to first base with Miss Friesen. No dice. Now here he was just sitting here minding his own business, and all of a sudden he was right in the middle of a real nice conversation with her. He felt like he was treading on fresh eggs. He didn't want to blow it this time.

"I do okay. I started coming to the library when my teachers told me they'd kick me off the basketball team if I didn't get better grades. I'd always wanted to do better, but I couldn't study at home."

She reached out and touched his hand. Just that contact made his cock throb in his pants. And, more than the contact, was the knowledge that she had after all seen him with Cindy that night. He had been careful not to tell her his name. Cindy had called him "Rick" when he was tonguing her pussy to hot distraction.

Rick's instincts went to work to help him take advantage of the progress he was making with the good-looking blonde. Reluctantly he let go of her hand and went to get them both a soft drink. He sat down next to her and told her all about the unhappiness he experienced at home. "You know, Miss Friesen, I've never told any of this to anybody. I was always kind of… you know… ashamed."

"You should never feel ashamed of anything you are, Rick. Everybody is special. You are special."

He brought his face very close to hers, looking her straight in the eyes. His hands clutched hers desperately. "Do you really think so, Miss Friesen?"

"Of course I do, Rick."

Lurid pictures of the boy's tongue extending toward the moist pink flesh of Cindy's pussy flashed through Jane's mind. She felt weak all over. Rick chose that moment to plant his mouth on hers. His touch was soft and gentle, searching. She couldn't help but respond. He needed her! He needed protection from his hard, unloving world.

A strange process went on in Jane's mind as she sampled the flavor of the boy's mouth, the yielding softness of his lips that was somehow combined with a firmness that appealed to her. She saw it as his bravery. He was a unsung hero who struggled daily against a hard home life to make something of himself. She was touched by his dedication that brought him to the library and the lonely vigils with his books.

The longer she thought about Rick and his sad story, the more firmly her lips pressed against his. She felt she had been given a mission, to give this brave young man a reason for living, to instill in him a faith in life and the essential good of mankind.

Her brain seemed to race crazily, rationalizing the growing hunger that was clawing at her body. Still she could see him, kneeling before Cindy's twat, tonguing her to orgasm. And she could taste him. But the taste was real. It was right here and now.

Her arms went around him, clutching him to her as her mouth worked eagerly against his. This time, it was she who boldly prodded her tongue against his clenched teeth. She forced her tongue deep into his mouth, played with his until they were caught in a lusty lingual duel. Almost automatically, they rose to their feet together, still kissing. Now they were freer to kiss, to touch, to explore one another's hungering bodies.

The teen-ager could scarcely believe the suddenness with which all this was happening. He had made the first move with a kiss which he expected to be short and sweet and innocent.

He had not reckoned on the woman's immense need. She was engulfing him like a summer rainstorm. There was no way out, even if he had wanted one.

Startled though he was, Rick was not slow to pick up on a gift descended from heaven. He poked his tongue deep into the blonde's mouth. He stabbed her tongue with the same ardor she had for his. When they were standing, he began to investigate freely the curves of her waist, her ripe ass-cheeks, then back up to her full, billowing tits. They pressed against his chest with a yielding softness that made his penis throb in his jeans. He began to knead them lustily. Caution thrown to the winds, he slipped his hands up under her pullover and pushed her bra up over her tits. They were soft as silk, two generous firm handfuls. His fingers teased her nipples until they stood perkily out against him. Her breasts rose and fell in quick urgent rhythm. Far from shrinking from him, she was getting as hot as a brushfire in August. If anything, she was even more excited than Rick himself was.

Not that the boy believed that was possible. His cock was so hard it ached as his mouth plundered hers, his hands massaged her sleek flesh. It was hard to deal with a dream come true… especially when it had been tossed to him when he least expected it. He had just about decided Jane Friesen was out of his reach, and now here she was panting against him, rubbing herself wantonly against his lean body. His penis poked her belly. Her lusty response was to grind her tummy against him. She was practically begging for it… begging for his long turgid cock.

That was exactly what Rick wanted to give her. His cock ached for her. She was shivering against him like a bitch in heat. All the signs pointed toward his heart's desire.

Recklessly, he pulled up her skirt and sank his finger into her panties. Her clit was already hard as a rock. It stood up against his finger. He rubbed around and around the pert tip until she was moaning in ecstasy. Then he probed deeper, found the fleshy entrance to her cunt and shoved.

"Aaaaaahhhhh… ooooohhhhh mmmmmm…" Jane's senses responded eagerly to the boy's progress. Her brain had already short-circuited. Her conscience had yielded without a struggle. It was the boy's youth, his vulnerability that had carried the day for him. She didn't feel threatened by Rick any more. Though he was big and tall like a man, to her he was a lonely, mistreated boy. She felt that he needed her. And she was so ripe to be needed!

Parting her thighs lewdly, leaning against him for support, she began to grind her pussy up and down over his impaling finger. The electric sensations in her clutching hole darted through her body, charging every nerve-ending with swift bolts of arousal. Wantonly, she ground her tits against his chest.

How good it felt to let go! Now that she had finally found someone who needed her, all her suppressed love came gushing out of her. She was hungry to be consumed. She had been carrying a burden of unused energy. Now it was up to him to harvest the fruits of her self-denial.

"Oooooohhhh… Rick!" Now she could entertain the picture of his head buried between Cindy's thighs without having to suppress it. She let herself be excited by memories of his hungry sexuality. She squatted down onto his finger and mewled out her rising passion. She was alive with need, a hive of frustrated desire bursting apart at the seams.

Rick's penis strained against his jeans demanding to be let loose. He reached down and freed his blood-swollen cock-shaft from its prison. He lurched his groin against her belly, testing her for reaction to his naked cock. She only moaned more loudly, strained against him more feverishly.

That did it! He had to have her, and right now! He gripped her panties fiercely and tore them off her. As though she were light as a rag doll, he picked her up and set her on the edge of the worktable. Her cunt was at just the right height for his throbbing penis. He guided the head to her pussy and shoved.

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him and made room for him to enter her. His cock soared deep up into her near-virginal cunt. An initial quick stab of pain melted into a heady flow of ecstasy as she tossed back her blonde hair and wailed out her pleasure. "Ooooooohhh… oooooohhhh!" She wanted to say more, about how wonderful it felt to be joined to him like this. But other words failed her. "Oooooooohhhh!"

With the unrestrained ardor of a rutting beast, Rick lunged his loins forward again and again. His cock established a hard-driving rhythm deep into her tight hot cunt. Nothing existed for him but the incredible excitement of screwing this beautiful older woman and hearing her moan like a hurt animal beneath him. All along, she had only been playing hard to get. She was, after all, the hungry, sexy nympho that he had been hoping for. Though she was several years younger than Miss Coke, she was every bit as wild. If anything, she was even more feverish about squeezing every ounce of pleasure from his pulsing cock.

"Oh God, Miss Friesen! You've got the tightest, hottest cunt I've ever screwed! Christ, it feels good in there!" He kissed her savagely – her lips, her cheeks, her ear-lobes, then down along the sensitive flesh of her neck. She squealed with pleasure and rubbed her neck against his mouth, inviting more of the torrid torture.

Now that she had let herself slip within the pale of pleasure, Jane had abandoned all stops on her lively libido. If she had been conscious enough to fear, she would have been frightened by the wanton woman she had released from deep within her spirit. Too far gone now to fear anything, she was free to indulge her new capacity for enjoyment. And indulge she did.

Bracing herself with her hands against the edge of the worktable, she literally pulled herself forward onto Rick's cock each time he had drawn it from deep in her twat. She was challenging his orgiastic energy with a matching force of her own. Rick couldn't slacken off for a moment. He had to invest every iota of strength in keeping the woman at bay.

"Ooooohh, Rick… you're so good!" At last she managed to express her appreciation beyond a simple "oohhh". He beamed with self-satisfaction as he reamed her pussy steadily. Jolts of excitement shook his athletic body. He was riding awfully high. He hoped that she was ready to come in for a landing with him.

"I love doing it to you, Miss Friesen. Your cunt's squeezing me so I can hardly stand it! I've never had a woman like you! Never!"

She grinned lazily at the compliment that made her heart swell with pride. She was being good to him. He appreciated what she was doing. How sweet he was.

Again and again she rammed her cunt up along the swollen length of his cock. Then at last, her momentum deserted her. All her energy was scrambled in the awesome rush of release. "Ohhhhhh, God-d-d! What are you doing to meeeee!"

Rick realized she was coming. Her pussy-muscles milked him powerfully. He let himself go along with it. In only seconds, he too was climaxing. "Shit, Miss Friesen, I'm coming too!" He could feel his cock shooting hot jets deep into her spasming pussy. The sensation made him very tired, very happy.

The boy let himself collapse onto the worktable on top of the woman. They lay in sated bliss for long minutes, until their breathing returned to normal. When at last he rose from her, there were tears in her eyes.

"Gosh, Miss Friesen, what's the matter? Did I hurt you?"

"No, Rick. No. We've got to get out of here. It's late."

He wanted to walk her to her car, but, she wouldn't let him. The boy was utterly confused by her defeated manner. Miss Coke had never acted like that. She had always been glad about their get-togethers. He decided not to let it bother him. She had felt awfully good until just a little while ago. Sooner or later, she would remember that.

"Good-night, Miss Friesen," he called into the darkness. He whistled as he walked off toward his house. He felt very glad to be alive.

CHAPTER SIX

For two days, Jane walked around in a daze. She was totally unable to understand what had come over her the night with Rick. It had been as if she'd gone completely berserk. Her body's need had run roughshod over her conscience.

Sure, she still felt sorry for the boy. She still felt admiration for his dogged dedication to school-work in the face of family adversity.

But to make love to him – even if it was to bolster his self-confidence, to reward him for his goodness – was so wrong! It had been so wrong of her to let her own agonizing need use the boy as an excuse to lighten its burden of frustration.

Every time she thought about the shameless way she had indulged herself, a shudder ran through her body. She couldn't help it. Rick's lovemaking had been the most incredible experience of her life. Though she knew she must never let it happen again, still she treasured her new awareness that it was possible to find someone who would make her feel good both during and after lovemaking. Not for a moment had she felt that Rick was using her or despising her for her wantonness. He was a pure, lusty animal. If she had been three or four years younger she would have had a huge crush on Rick Morris.

But, at her age, that was impossible. After all, she was twenty years old. He was still a schoolboy of seventeen.

The next day, when Rick came into the library, Jane was on pins and needles to see if he would somehow give them away. By a look, a gesture. But he was the same as always, friendly, cheerful, but betraying not the slightest intimacy. Jane knew it was perverse of her to feel disappointed he had done nothing to show he remembered.

When she was checking a source for him in the index files, he touched her hand for just a moment. A shiver of happiness charged through her. He did remember!

Almost as soon as it had come, she buried the ecstasy deep inside. That chapter of their relationship was over. But she thought it would be all right to at least remain friends. To give him someone to talk to when life got too much for him.

Almost a week after their encounter, Rick waited for Jane at closing time and told her he had to talk to her. Unwilling to stay in the library, that was ripe with memories, she offered to drive the boy home. On the way, she suggested they stop at her place for coffee. It was time she set Rick straight on what had happened between them. Now was the time to establish their relationship on a solid basis of friendship.

She offered him coffee, but he asked for a beer instead. She hesitated, then she decided he was quite old enough for a beer. He was almost a man. She poured herself her usual gin and tonic.

Rick told her about the latest dilemma in his home life. She listened sympathetically. As she was fixing their second drink, he followed her into the kitchen and tried to kiss her.

"Oh, no, Rick! What I wanted to tell you… we mustn't do that any more… Mmmm… it's not right!"

Heedless of her protests, he planted kisses all over her neck, her chin, her earlobes. This last tactic seemed to destroy the last bastions of her resistance. She threw back her head and began to moan wantonly.

"Oh, Miss Friesen," he murmured. "You mustn't tell me 'no'. I've been living for this chance to be alone with you again. You're so wonderful. You make life seem so good." The boy had learned by now the arguments that would most appeal to her missionary instincts.

His hands began to grope the out thrusting mounds of her tits. Roughly he pushed aside the barriers of her clothing. Her eyes were closed, as though she didn't dare look at the realities of what was happening. It was obvious she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But, unlike Miss Coke, it seemed Miss Friesen had a conscience to grapple with. He bent down and began to suck the rubbery, responding tips of her breasts. His hands kneaded their bases while his mouth worked greedily to bring her nipples to stiff erection.

It had all been so sudden that Jane scarcely knew what had happened. The truth was she didn't want to know. She just wanted to feel, to experience. She had been so full of good intentions when she had brought the boy home, or had she? Was this really what she had wanted after all? To be carried away by the brutal force of their mutual passion? To let him take over and make her do what she craved with every fiber of her being?

All these questions raced through her mind as she sank deeper and deeper under the spell of the boy's eager sexuality. Her body so surprised her, the way it succumbed in the face of her best resolve. She desperately needed some way to explain how she could feel so sure of herself one minute and so totally abandoned the next.

Yet, as Rick's mouth and hands worked more and more eagerly over her throbbing tits, the need to explain grew less and less important. Her whole being was tingling with the heat of the boy's passion. It was as if the trembling of his body had set up a sympathetic rhythm in her own. She was falling completely under his power. His wants were her wants. His excitement was her own.

"Ooooohhh, Rick… I know we shouldn't! It's wrong!" Even as she spoke them, they seemed only empty words. They meant nothing in the face of the joyous hunger that surged through her. "Oh, you're so good to meee! Soooo good!"

Driven by his mounting need, the boy turned her around and bent her over the counter. He raised her skirt up over her squirming ass-cheeks and let her panties fall to the floor around her ankles. Eagerly, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. This was the greedy side of Miss Friesen he knew and hungered for!

He urged her to spread her thighs wide apart. He pulled his hard cock from his pants and guided it in along the wet slit of her pussy. His cock-tip found the yielding hole and rammed its way deep up inside. Amid her grunts and groans of ecstasy, he began to screw the pretty blonde librarian in long lunging strokes.

The sight of her firm shapely ass-cheeks writhing before him made Rick's balls hang heavy, his cock drive more impatiently up into her wet cunt. "Oooohh, Miss Friesen! It sure is good to feel my cock up in your cunt again! It's so tight and hot and sexy in there… Jee-zuz!" Giving voice to his arousal increased it ten times over. Gritting his teeth, he watched his long purple member disappear up into her clutching pink hole.

Jane stared unseeing at the neatly arrayed canisters of sugar and flour that sat a few inches from her head. Her entire awareness was centered on that firm filling hardness that was forcing her pussy-walls wide apart. That was massaging her sensitive cunt to pulsing peaks of abandoned pleasure. "Oooooohhh! Oooooohhh!" It surprised her each time his cock plumbed new depths. Each time, her pussy sent back fiery pangs that made her knees want to buckle. She clung fiercely to the edges of the counter and sink, determined to ride with him wherever he wanted to take her.

"Shit, I could screw you forever, Miss Friesen!" He watched her beautiful blonde hair fly around her head as she wriggled out her excitement. Though she still wore her blouse, unbuttoned, and her skirt up around her waist, she was more sexy to him this way than if she had been completely naked. Her garb indicated the fury of her lust, the urgency of her passion. She looked thoroughly wanton, and he loved it. Though she was almost as young as he was, she was so much hotter than Cindy or any of the other chicks at school. She really knew what her cunt was for, though she had to fight her morals to get through to her real self.

The best thing was how tight her pussy was – even tighter than Miss Coke's. She felt practically like a virgin. But Rick couldn't imagine any near-virgin turning on the way Miss Friesen was doing right now. She was twisting and moaning like a seasoned veteran of passion!

Right from the very first time she made love, Jane had been wild and hungry like this, once, that is, she decided to let herself go. Those times had been very few. And only with Rick had she felt completely at home with her abandon. Somehow, though it was wrong, there was something very right about their union. He made her feel that she deserved to enjoy. He made her feel that she was important to his joy. Though he was a hard-driving lover, there was something very touching and tender about Rick. Though he hurled dirty words down on her head as they screwed, from his mouth they sounded all right. He was asking her to be there with him in his ecstasy.

Like a cowgirl on a bucking saddle, she slammed her buttocks back against his loins again and again, until that same strange flood flowed over her again, the way it had last time with Rick. She realized now it was what they called an orgasm. Only when she was at home in bed, alone, did she experience this kind of soul-wrenching release. But Rick knew how to give it to her, too. It was wonderful. "Oh Rick! You're making me commmme!"

The surprise in her voice pleased him. It made him feel he was giving her something she hadn't expected to receive. He was carrying her beyond herself! He began to suspect that maybe she wasn't all that experienced at this sort of thing after all!

If that was the case, he had discovered a natural born woman, if there ever was one. Miss Friesen was made for loving! "Hell, I can feel your pussy sucking at my cock when you come like that! It sure feels nice!" He continued to saw his cock up into her cunt. He drew his prick out until only the very tip was still lodged inside her blonde-fringed hole. Then he shoved all the way up, till it looked like his crotch-hair was growing out of her ass. It felt good to be that deep in her, safe and warm, throbbing with earthy satisfaction.

Everything was feeling so damned good, he didn't want to stop for a good long while. By keeping a tight rein on himself, he fought down the urge to come. He was swelled with pride at the idea that he was screwing the librarian right in her own apartment. Miss Coke had never let him visit her at home. To celebrate the special occasion, he was going to make it last as long as his teeming balls would let him.

"Jeez, Miss Friesen… I just want to keep doing it to you and doing it. You make me feel like it's the very first time! You're something special, I tell you!"

His adoring words made Jane want to burst into tears of happiness. She wanted to do something for him, something to show him how special he was to her, too.

She looked back over her shoulder at the straining boy. "Rick, I want to suck your cock now! Please let me!" The lewd words made goosebumps stand out all over her flesh. She had never spoken of such a thing before, let alone done it. Her first boyfriend had tried to make her, but she had resisted fiercely. For this brave teen-ager, she was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice! Her desire to please the handsome youth overrode her own distrust of such an immoral act!

Stunned with his good fortune, Rick let the woman straighten up and then fall to her knees on the toss rug in front of the sink. He stood over her, watching his long swollen cock swaying just millimeters from her nose. Excitement pulsed through him like water spurting through a tiny hole in a dike. She had roused him to a fever-pitch of expectancy.

Even Miss Coke hadn't sucked his penis this early in their relationship. He had never expected to see the lips of the blonde beauty locked around his cock so early in their affair. Now, he thought he wouldn't live if she didn't do it right away!

He gripped her soft blonde locks and pulled her head toward his jerking cock. "Yeah, do it now! Suck my cock, Miss Friesen!"

Jane trembled with a strange kind of excitement and fear. Could she really do it? Rick's hands guiding her face toward his menacing cock-tip left her no choice. She opened her mouth and let his penis invade her throat, all the way to the hilt!

"Mmmm-gghh!" For a moment, she wanted to gag. Then she remembered the thrill she had experienced when she told the boy her intention. She really did want to give him a gift of unforgettable pleasure. If this was the way to do it, she would do it!

She pulled her lips back along his rigid prick until only the bulb-like head was still encased in her warm mouth. She nibbled timidly, experimenting with taste and texture. His cock felt very firm, almost rubber-like. She discovered an odd satisfaction in feeling its thickness gliding back into her mouth.

His cock-tip seeped a drop of seminal fluid. She drank it gingerly and found she liked the taste. Greedily, she licked the rounded contours of his glans. She was trying to coax from his cock some more of the creamy, tasty juice. "Mmmmmm," she mewled, and fell to her obscene task with renewed abandon.

Round and round his cock-tip, her agile tongue swirled. Then she bobbed her head up and down, up and down over his fine, fleshy penis. She was astounded at how much she enjoyed sucking Rick's cock. She had expected to be making a sacrifice, lowering herself to make love to his prick with her mouth. Instead, the gesture was turning into the most satisfying erotic stimulus she had yet known.

As though his cock was feeding her and she were starving, she threw herself into the wanton spirit of her task. Her tongue, her lips, her cheeks found new ways to move and stab and suck and caress. Rick's moans of pleasure were her sole repayment for her zesty efforts. She, too, moaned around the filling presence in her mouth, letting him know how much she was enjoying him.

To her surprise, though her pussy was getting no attention at the moment, it throbbed in eager response to her lusty deed. Her tits too tingled as they bobbed up and down on her chest in rhythm to her sucking. Her whole body seemed to be responding to her experiment with abandoned zeal. Now, at last, Jane knew what brought women to lower themselves to sucking a man's cock. The thrill of enslaving herself to a cock this way was like nothing she had ever known or dreamed of.

Jane was beginning to realize just how much she had been missing in life by not indulging her sexuality. Freeing herself to the call of the senses was making her far mote alive than she had ever been. Now there was a purpose to it all. Pleasure! Was there anything better! She had never found anything to hold a candle to it. She knew that now. Now that her appetite was whetted, she wanted to drink deep of the joys of the flesh.

Rick would help her. She knew he would be there to help her learn about herself.

Rick was too enthralled by what the librarian was doing to him to do anything but grunt and smile. Miss Friesen really knew her way around a hard cock. Her lips nibbled him like he had never been nibbled before. The warm slick cavern of her mouth was the sweetest hide-out his cock had ever known, except for that tight pussy she had. The boy was glowing all over. The bottom had not fallen out of his life after all, when Miss Coke left. Heaven had sent him Miss Friesen to keep his spirits and his battery charged. "Whoo-ee!" he shouted and rocked her blonde head back and forth along his throbbing cock.

It seemed to Jane that Rick's prick was getting even longer and harder as she sucked. She realized then that the natural outcome of this union was a mouthful of gushing white cum. Though the idea frightened her just a little, she wanted it. She wanted to drink deep of his foamy sex-shake. She swirled her tongue around his penis with a new determination. She was going to make him give it to her. The rushing sense of power that made her cunt flare under her skirt inspired her delirium.

"Oooohh, yeah! Jeez, Miss Friesen, you sure can suck a good cock! Shit, I'm not going to be able to take much more of this!"

That was exactly what Jane wanted to hear. Her ass squirmed with uncontrolled energy as she achieved a fever-peak of effort. She wanted him to come in her mouth!

Her supreme effort of willpower gave her what she was after. She had to struggle to keep up with the hot gushes of juice that flooded her mouth.

"Shit, Miss Friesen! I'm coming! Swallow it for me! Yeah-h-h!"

A glazy smile idled across Rick's features as he sank safely into the afterglow of release. His cock still tinged with the intensity of her work. He was pretty sure he'd never be the same again.

"You're not unhappy this time, are you, Miss Friesen?" he asked her.

"No, Rick. It would be perverse to be unhappy about something so nice." She still crouched on the rug, now with him next to her. They cuddled like tired puppies. They were both sorry that he had to leave right away. But Jane understood.

She was glad she didn't have to go out. The experience had been an exhausting one for Jane. More than the pleasure, there was the new knowledge she had gained. She realized now she could no longer deny herself such a delicious part of life. She wanted pleasure, all she could get.

Rick left her on the couch, half naked. Her breasts peeked out of the folds of her blouse. He kissed the tip of each nipple before tiptoeing out.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The same quality in Larry that made him a good accountant made him a good private eye. He was thorough.

Though he had been furious with Jane the night she ran out on him, just as he was ready to screw her, he was not about to forget the sexy blonde. She had become more of an attraction to him now than she would ever have been if she had given in on their first date. That was what he had expected, but the way things had turned out intrigued him.

He was pretty sure she wasn't just being a cock-tease. She had really been frightened of his hard cock and his overwhelming passion. That knowledge enabled the young man to hold onto his pride, even though that night she had left him nothing to hold but his own aching cock.

He was willing to give her a second chance. Only this time he was going to go about it more smoothly. He stayed away from the library, using a friend as agent for any books he wanted. Larry feared that seeing him again so soon after her shame would only set her harder against him.

Eventually he hit upon the idea of doing a little research. He waited for Rick Morris to come out of the high school one day. He and Rick knew each other vaguely, from the library. Larry had figured out that the kid was screwing Cathy Coke at the same time he was. He hadn't minded. He figured there was enough to go around. So he had said nothing to Cathy or to Rick.

The boy looked surprised to see him, but he responded quickly to Larry's friendly invitation to a couple of beers. Larry waited until the boy had had a few before getting down to what he wanted to know.

Rick gave him his lead. "Don't see you around the library any more."

"Naw. What's the point, now that good old Cathy isn't there any more?"

Rick's face went serious. "You mean… Miss Coke?"

"The same. Sexiest woman I ever knew. Man, she and I had some great nights in the old library." He was leery of Rick's growing frown, but he thought he knew how to get rid of it. "I noticed you were getting your own in there, too. The lights were burning late more often than just for me. I've got to hand it to you, Rick. At your age, I would never have had the nerve to tackle a woman like Cathy."

Despite himself, Rick found a proud grin replacing his frown. He hadn't known Miss Coke was making love to any other guys. "Yeah, she was really hot! I missed her pretty bad for a while!"

"Found someone to replace her, eh?" was Larry's immediate reply. He was hoping the tipsy teen-ager would let something out.

"Yeah, old Miss Doober sure knows how to hire them!" Almost at once, Rick realized the mistake he had made. Obviously, Larry was not sharing his action with Miss Friesen. He'd have liked to keep it that way. He started to talk quickly, to change the subject.

Larry had learned what he wanted to know. Sly bitch! He grinned to himself as he nodded in response to Rick's drunken prattle. So she does go for it after all! I'll have to see what was wrong with my cock that this punk kid gets it and I don't!

The young accounting student didn't waste any time. While his blood was still up, he went to pay Miss Friesen a visit. It was close to ten p.m. when he arrived at her apartment. She didn't answer the door until he had rung three times.

She was in her nightgown, and she was very surprised to see Larry. She staggered back, mouth open, as he barged his way in and closed the door behind him. "Larry!" At last, she realized that she was on home ground, and he was invading it. "What do you think you're doing? Get out!" She pointed at the door.

To her dismay, she realized her words were slurred. She had been planning to play with herself tonight, and she had had three martinis to put herself in the mood. She found her clit was much more sensitive when she was tipsy.

He caught hold of both her arms as she motioned him out. He pulled her close and leered down at the ripe swells of her tits bulging from her satin-and-ribbon nightgown. "What's the matter, Janie? Don't you remember? You and me have got some unfinished business!"

"But, Larry!" Tears began to run down her cheeks. "I told you! I just wanted to be friends! You took advantage of me. I had to get away!" She struggled desperately, but he held both her wrists in one hand as he pulled her toward the couch. His strength made her efforts seem puny.

"You tried to sell me a ration of shit!" he spat contemptuously. "For a while there, you had me thinking you were some kind of cherry-assed virgin! Then I find out you're fucking this Goddamned high-school kid, still wet behind the ears!"

She looked up at him, horrified. "Rick! How did you know?"

"He told me!" He threw her down onto her belly on the couch. Her nightgown flew up over her ass, exposing two round, enticing globes. She made no attempt to conceal herself. She didn't even try to get up. She just lay there, her face buried in her anus. Quickly, Larry scrambled out of his clothes.

Rick! She couldn't believe it. Rick had been talking about her! She had thought he was something special, pure and brave and honest. He had betrayed her!

Suddenly she didn't care any more what happened to her. She remained motionless as she felt Larry's weight on the couch behind her. She let him raise her ass up so it was waving provocatively at him. What did she care? Rick had just pulled the rug out from under her. She had no faith left.

Panting with excitement, Larry parted the firm cheeks of her ass and slid his cock along her slit. When he found her curd, he shoved deep and hard up inside her hot clinging depths.

"Aaaaggghhhh!" It was impossible to be indifferent to the thick searing presence that had spread her pussy-walls wide. Larry was merciless! He began to stroke his cock back and forth in a harsh unrelenting rhythm. Her cunt was dry. He was hurting her! "Stop! Please stop!" she wailed.

Even her cries for mercy were not as strong as they might have been. Some perverse part of her told her she deserved to be punished. She had relied too much on Rick's being different from other men… and she strongly suspected her ulterior motive had been her own hunger for pleasure. She had wanted to find some excuse to fulfill her sexual longings. She had been stupid and deceitful, and she deserved what she was getting! She had acted like a whore!

A sharp slap across her buttocks made her cry out in pain. "Come on, Janie honey! Let's see you move that good-looking ass of yours! I want it as good as the kid got it! And by the look on his face, I'd say that was pretty good!" Larry knew instinctively it hurt her to know the boy had been talking about her. So he laid it on heavy. She was going to suffer the way he had suffered the night she ran out on him and his stiff cock!

Timidly, Jane began to wriggle her buttocks back at Larry's loins. His cock was pummeling her hard and heavy. The constant friction was making the juices flow from her pussy. It wasn't hurting any more, except in her heart.

Like a robot, she began to slam her ass harder and harder back against Larry's belly. Her cunt opened easily now to admit his thick cock on every in stroke. Her pussy-muscles clasped hungrily around his cock, coaxing him to stay up inside. He continued to pull out of her though, only to soar back in once again.

"Christ, you've got a greedy little pussy! No wonder Rick goes for it! It feels like it's trying to eat my cock alive! Shit, you know, you sure are a good actress, Janie! You should get an Academy Award for the night you ran out on me. You really love it, don't you! Look at that sweet little ass move! Hallelujah, here I come!" He began to plow into her hungry hole even faster than before. His prick felt hard as iron. He wanted to go on screwing her this way forever.

The sight of her quivering ass-cheeks slamming back against him was more precious to Larry than the Mona Lisa. If she was mad at him for what he was doing to her, she was sure doing a good job of hiding it. He had never seen a woman respond any more avidly than Jane Friesen was doing right now.

"Whoo-ee! Shake that thing, baby!"

His words spoke to a deep-buried part of Jane. A part that had been struggling to get out for a long time now. She wanted to be lewd and abandoned and sexy. She wanted cock and more cock. She liked the way Larry was screwing her, even though she wasn't too sure what she thought of Larry.

"Oh yeah! Screw me! Ooooohh, it feels good! It feels damned good!" No longer a woman fighting her true nature, Jane abandoned herself even to crudity of language. She had never spoken the way she was speaking. But her encouragement was coming straight from the gut. And bouncing back through every writhing inch of her aroused body. "Your cock is really doing it to me, Larry! Do it! Do it!"

Larry could only stare and grin and screw the wanton blonde squirming before his plundering cock. It astounded him that she was no longer holding back on him in any way. She was as much into their rough coupling as he himself was. She wasn't even mad at him for barging into her apartment and forcing himself on her – at least not mad enough to resist the enticing lure of his filling cock.

While Larry watched awestruck, the quiet librarian turned into a raving sex-maniac before his very eyes. Suddenly it was she who was setting the pace of their rutting union. She was slamming herself back against him by using the leverage of her arms. Her blonde head was tossing crazily from side to side, whipping her fine full hair around her like a demonic halo. Somehow, she had pulled her nightgown up all the way to her neck. Her naked back writhed for him, beckoned him deeper into her.

His prick lunged so far inside that he could feel the tip poking her cervix. She wailed hotter than ever as he penetrated deeper. His cock glistened now with a thick sheen of her juices. Larry looked down at it as it emerged from her swollen pink hole. His penis was purple. It looked bigger than it ever had before. It didn't have much farther to go. He shoved his throbbing cock back home.

"Aaaaaggghhhh!" Jane could feel her cunt muscles spasming around his thick cock. She felt filled to overflowing, more filled than she had ever been in her life. Then suddenly she was in a new dimension. She was set free. "My God! I'm comminnng-g-g."

Encouraged by her climax, he let go all his own stops. A few more lusty strokes, and he too was coming. "Uuuuuhh! Wow! Man, it's never been like this!" He meant it. She had even more energy, he thought, than Cathy Coke. Or maybe it was just that he hadn't had a first-class screw since Cathy went away.

As she lay dazed from her climax, Jane thought about whether or not she should feel sad. The book had been closed at last on her innocent youth.

Her tingling pussy gave her perspective on her new reality. If this was lost innocence, it felt damned good. Even if she had lost a little more of her faith in her fellow man, she had gained some too. She felt she could rely on a good hard cock a lot sooner than she could on a pledge of eternal friendship. Hard cocks were easier to find.

"Want a drink, Larry?" Her voice was sultry. She had never let herself be sexy before. She kind of liked the charge it gave her.

Larry was delighted. He had come looking for a monster and he had found one – but a monster of lust was his kind of monster. "I'll have what you're having, baby!"

"And I'll take what you've got!" She squeezed his cock playfully before staggering out to the kitchen. Thank God for martinis. She needed one now.

CHAPTER EIGHT

When Miss Friesen hadn't shown up at work for a couple of days, Rick asked about her at the check-out counter.

"I'm sure Miss Friesen would be touched by your concern," Miss Doober told him snidely. "She has caught a very bad cold. We expect her back in a day or two."

Rick bought a handful of posies at the greengrocer's and went by Miss Friesen's apartment. He heard her call "come in" when he knocked. He found the pretty blonde lying naked on the couch, a bottle of gin on the table next to her.

"Oh, it's you, Rick," she said coldly. He could tell she had had quite a few drinks. "I was expecting someone else. Well, don't just stand there. Come on in and have a drink."

The boy helped himself to ice, gin and tonic. He was knocked a little off-balance by his discovery. Who could Miss Friesen be expecting that she would let walk in on her naked? Somehow, he had thought he was her only lover. She seemed more sincere than Miss Coke. He felt a tinge of resentment coloring his appreciation of her full, naked body. "I brought you some flowers." He set them down in the valley between her rounded tits.

She smiled at him for the first time. "That's nice. I like flowers."

He sipped his drink casually. "Miss Doober told me you were sick."

"I was." She giggled uproariously. "Sick of work!"

"What have you been doing?"

"Having a good time!" She reached up and tugged on his shin. "Why don't you sit down here?" He sat next to her ripe tits. He began to stroke their naked smoothness. As her nipples strained against his fingers, his cock began to throb. He wasn't feeling so resentful any more. He was feeling horny. Thinking she was sick, he hadn't expected to screw her. He was beginning to let his imagination wander.

"You know…" Her hand was investigating the bulge in his pants. "I've been very angry with you?"

"Why?"

"Because you've got a big mouth… mmmm, and a hard cock!"

Her attention was wandering, but his wasn't. He was beginning to understand. Larry! Was that who she had been expecting? "Looks to me like I was just advertising for you!" Her fingers made it hard for him to stay mad.

"I tell you what, Rick, I've decided to forgive you… on one condition." She pulled herself into a sitting position and spread her thighs obscenely wide. "I want you to eat my pussy."

Rick was shocked by her bold demand, right out of the blue. It was one thing to say such things in the peak of passion, but she was being downright lewd. He hardly recognized the shy librarian who had talked to him about Walt Whitman a few weeks back.

His opinion didn't make her any less sexy to him. He climbed up onto the couch and knelt in front of her open snatch. The moist pink lips of her pussy drew him like a magnet. He reached out and parted them, stared at the fleshy folds that guarded her cunt-hole. Burying his head between her thighs, he licked hungrily up along her shameless slit.

"Oh, Rick, that feels wonderful!" Her blonde head fell against the side of the couch. She spread her thighs even wider. It excited her to be so completely open to the boy. His mouth felt good on her cunt. In her new way of looking at things, there was room in her sex life even for a boy who had snitched on her. As hot a lover as Larry was, she still craved Rick's earnest boyishness.

In the last couple of days, Larry had taught her a lot about the pleasures of the flesh. She had discovered that she especially liked to have her pussy eaten. It was a new experience, and she kept begging Larry to do it again and again. He had been more interested in screwing. It seemed a fitting penance for Rick to give her a nice long relaxed headjob. Where one man let her down, there was always another to take up the slack. Jane was becoming very excited about the prospects of her newfound sexuality.

There was nothing that could really be called relaxing about the way the high schooler gave head. His agile tongue skittered up and down the swollen lips of her cunt. It prodded the nub of her clitoris, making it stand up hard and pulsing under his touch. He licked her clit again and again, until she was pulling on his hair in a frenzy, afraid that he might stop. It was too good to stop!

"Lick me, lover! Oh baby! You do that so good!" She could feel his tongue-tip stabbing up into her cunt. It was as if he were screwing her with a tiny slippery cock. Small as it was, his tongue-cock felt incredibly good. She ground her ass down against his face, begging for more of his good loving.

There flashed into Jane's mind a hazy vision of the night she had spied on Rick as he licked the pussy of Cindy. Even then, though she hadn't wanted to admit it, she had realized that Rick was a very attentive and skilled lover. She had been jealous of Cindy for the pleasure she was enjoying… the pleasure that was denied to her.

A big smile came over Jane's face. Now, these many weeks and experiences later, she, too, was free to enjoy her own body. She no longer had to deny her senses the attention they had always craved. "Oh! Shove your tongue deeper, baby! It's so fucking good!"

Again Rick was shocked by the changes in Jane Friesen. Even her vocabulary was different! She was hissing out lewd encouragements as easily as if she were a jaded hooker, with a long history of bawdy abandon.

He looked up at the excited blonde for just a moment. "Your cunt tastes good, Miss Friesen," he told her. A sly smile played at the corners of his mouth. By now, he had earned the right to call her 'Jane'. But it amused him to keep them on a teacher-student basis by the more formal address. What's more, it fed the pride Larry had uncovered when he congratulated him on seducing Miss Coke. It pointed out the distance of authority he had closed with the able help of his prick.

While the blonde writhed beneath his eager tongue, Rick plundered her pussy with his lips and tongue. While his tongue circled the rigid peak of her clitoris, his finger darted into the tight hole of her pussy. He worked the finger back and forth, aiding and abetting the ecstatic pleasure-jolts dealt her cunt by his mouth.

This twin stimulation was too much for Jane. She felt herself coming. "Oooooohhh! God-d-d, you're making me commmme!"

Beaming with pride, Rick turned her over onto hands and knees. Much as he enjoyed eating her twat, his cock was throbbing for action. He pulled his swollen organ from his fly. With one long smooth motion, he plunged it deep into her slippery cunt.

"Oooooohhh!" Beside herself with excitement, Jane squirmed beneath the urgent strokes of the teen-ager's cock. Her cunt was still spasming with the remembered pleasure of her orgasm. That he should screw her while her pussy was still pulsing from his mouth was almost more input than she could bear. She mewled and moaned like an animal, too incoherent to make sense of her exclamations of ecstasy.

Both Jane and Rick were too engrossed in their mating to worry about intruders. The blonde had completely forgotten that she expected Larry to come by. Hearing the unmistakable noises inside, Larry walked in without knocking. The obscene sight that greeted his eyes made him pause for a moment.

The blonde librarian that he had been screwing frantically for the past couple of days still had not had enough. She was kneeling naked and, wanton on the couch, reveling in the hard cock that Rick was poking into her ready twat. Neither of them noticed Larry's presence until he walked right up to the couch.

Though they looked surprised to see him, his presence did not even slow down the frantic pace of their screwing. Larry did what seemed natural in the circumstances. He pulled his cock out and kneeled in front of Jane on the couch. He watched her eyes light up as he presented his excited prick for her inspection.

"Come on, Jane! Suck it! I'm sure a hot cunt like you can take two pricks at once!"

She didn't even pause to think it over. Her lips opened wide and she engulfed his rubbery cock-shaft. His glans battered the back of her throat as Rick slammed her forward with a ruthless lunge. The teen-ager's cock battered her cervix.

Larry looked across her naked back at the boy who continued to screw her without looking at him. "You're not sore at me, are you, Rick?" he joked. "Christ, what a mouth! There's enough to go around, you know."

The accounting student had hit the nail right on the head. Rick did object to having the older male horn in on his territory without asking. It was one thing that Miss Friesen made out with other guys, but did she have to do it at the very same time that he was screwing her?

As her cunt-walls clutched tightly at his penis, Rick's anger gradually faded. In fact, he was beginning to enjoy the sight of the raunchy blonde struggling to satisfy two cocks at once. If anyone was equal to the task, it was Miss Friesen. He didn't know which was moving quicker, her ass or her mouth. Gradually, she seemed to work out an obscene rhythm.

"Goddamn, will you look at her go!" Larry was totally captivated by the lewd trio he had fallen into. He could see from his eyes that Rick too was turned on now by what was happening. It thrilled him to share the lusty blonde with another guy. He had never done anything like this before, and Jane Friesen was just the girl to make a party fun. Even more than the legendary Cathy Coke, she was teaching Larry about life and women.

Rick began to thrust his cock into Jane's cunt in lewd timing to Larry's cock penetrating her mouth.

The teen-ager could scarcely believe how the situation was exciting him. He had never imagined he would enjoy sharing a woman with another man. But there was something about the force of her wild sexuality, handling two cocks at once, that made him burn with a raging lust. "Oh yeah, Christ! You're too much, Miss Friesen! You're the greediest Goddamned bitch I've ever seen!" The feelings that surged through him were guts-raw. He screwed her harder.

"Mmmmm… mmmpphh!" Larry held her head to her task, so Jane could say nothing about the pleasure she was undergoing. She could only grunt out the swelling passion that filled every pore of her tingling skin. She was intensely aware of everything going on. The cock stroking in and out of her mouth. The prick that stretched her pussy with soothing inroads of delight. Even her tits felt super-sensitized as they dangled beneath her, buffeted about by the exertions of the two men. Her nipples were hard as rocks and pulsing with arousal. She was so alive!

"Yii-eee! What a mouth!" Larry watched her lips purse around his aching cock. They fluttered awesomely along his cock-length as he worked her head back and forth. The most awesome thing of all was the tireless enthusiasm she had for her depraved activities. She dealt with his penis as if it was an all-day sucker. Her appetite for it was never going to die!

He looked up and saw the boy staring at him with the same look of rapt ecstasy that must be plastered all over his own face. He was inspired with an idea, just perverted enough to be totally desirable. "Hey, Rick! What say we trade places! May as well sample all the goodies at the fair!"

"Okay!" Rick didn't hesitate. The lewdness of sinking his cock in where another man's had just been made him tremble. He and Larry scrambled around her kneeling body, taking up their new positions.

"Oh boys! You've got me so hot! I've never felt so good! Never!" Alcohol and lust had combined to make Jane delirious. She was scarcely aware of the changing of the guard. All she knew was within seconds she again had two cocks, one each for her pussy and her mouth. She smiled around the invading cock that soared deep into her throat. She began to suck noisily.

Rick gritted his teeth and grabbed hold of her hair. Her mouth felt incredible. His cock was sensitized to the very brink of explosion. But he was damned if he was going to let go before the older man! He was as good for this party as Larry was! "Ohhhh… that's the stuff, Miss Friesen! Suck my cock! Suck, damn you!" He thought he must be hurting her, the way he was pulling on her hair. But neither her expression nor her actions showed anything but pleasure.

A leer contorted Larry's features as he reveled in the clasp of her cunt-muscles on his throbbing prick. He screwed her in long impaling strokes that sent her leaning headlong onto Rick's cock. Once again harmony engulfed the three orgiasts. None knew how much time had passed before a wrenching change in rhythm broke them all free.

It was Jane who began bucking haphazardly. The thrill of being used by two cocks had finally gotten to her. She was coming with the force of a major cyclone. And still she fucked and sucked.

The spectacle of the woman's abandon was too much for both men. They knew what was happening and it knocked their loads loose.

"Jee-zuz, I'm coming!" Larry sank his cock deep into her spasming twat. He let his sperm overflow the clinging portals of her cunt.

There was nothing to keep Rick from going the same way. In fact, he was proud that Larry had blown before he did. "Wow! Uuuhh, man! Suck! Suck it!" His hands held her head while she swallowed his hot sperm.

The three of them collapsed into a sordid heap on the couch. The strong aroma of sex attacked their nostrils.

CHAPTER NINE

Jane was only a couple of days back at work from her "cold" when she had an unexpected visitor. She was alone in the library, just before closing time, when Cathy Coke, came in. The brown-haired beauty seemed friendly and eager to talk. She invited Jane out for a drink.

"You know, I lived in this town for a year, and I hardly know anybody. Except for a few men. And tonight I'm not in the mood," she confided. She was impressed with the young blonde who had taken her place. Jane couldn't be much over twenty, but she had a self-confidence about her that Cathy liked.

Jane had heard a lot about Cathy from the two men she had inherited from the older woman. She was curious to find out what made Cathy tick. The awakening blonde felt the other woman had left her a legacy that was more than concrete things. It was a certain excitement that had come to her life. Sooner or later she would have discovered her sexuality. But it was because of the vibes Cathy had left with her job that Jane had learned so much so quickly. If they had never known Cathy, Rick and Larry would never have expected so much from her… or gotten so much.

Jane invited Cathy to her apartment instead of a bar. "It'll be quieter. We can talk."

Cathy agreed at once. She said she had done a lot of traveling since going into advertising. She was tired of hotels and bars and restaurants. She said she was only in town for the weekend, to arrange for the shipment of some belongings she had left behind when she moved. It would be nice to be inside someone's home for a change.

The older woman liked martinis as much as Jane did. They talked over a shakerful, growing more and more animated in their conversation the more they drank. They liked each other, and trusted each other. Even sex was not a taboo subject between them. Jane decided to make an offer she had been considering all evening. She asked Cathy to spend the night.

The brunette agreed at once. The good-looking blonde with the big tits and the high pert ass turned her on. She didn't know yet if Jane was into women, but she was determined to risk a rebuff and find out.

Jane didn't know what it was that excited her so much about Cathy until they were undressing for bed and Cathy fell to her knees in front of her. She embraced the younger woman's loins, planted fiery kisses all over her pussy-mound.

An answering flame burst into life inside Jane's trembling belly. Though she hadn't recognized the feelings she had for Cathy, she realized now they were definitely sexual. In Cathy, she saw something of herself, something she wanted to become. Cathy was much more poised and self-confident than she was, but Jane intended to change. She was already changing, she knew. People didn't scare her so much any more. Not even Miss Doober.

She saw Cathy looking up at her, questioning her. "Yes, I want it," she groaned wantonly. Tremors of excitement brought goosebumps out on her flesh. Cathy looked so beautiful naked. "Make love to me, Cathy."

The tremor in the other woman's voice made Cathy's cunt pulse with desire. She stroked the blonde-thatched pussy in front of her. Then, without warning, she stabbed her tongue up inside the furry slit. Her tongue-tip stabbed the tiny nub of Jane's clitoris. To Cathy's delight, it sprang at once into rigid erection. "God, your pussy tastes good," she groaned, and began to suck in earnest.

The sight of the pretty brown head buried up between her thighs made Jane quiver all over. Cathy's tongue was assaulting her cunt-slit with a boldness she had never known before. Now that she thought about it, it seemed natural that another woman should know just where to stab and lick to bring her the most enjoyment. The blonde had never imagined herself making love to a woman. But now that it was happening, she realized how much it excited her. There was something so perverted about yielding up her wet pussy to another woman's eager tongue.

Her eyes clouding over with lust, Jane moved her thighs wider apart and began to grind her pussy into Cathy's laboring face. She was intensely aware of the maddening little tongue-tip circling her swollen clit, sliding down along her slippery cunt-furrow, teasing at her puckered asshole. Afraid that her knees were going to collapse under her, Jane clung to Cathy's hair for support. She threw back her head and shoved her cunt forward. "It feels wonderful!" she exulted. Cathy had her flying high.

Cathy's original plan for the evening had been TV at the hotel and early to bed. The minute she had laid eyes on Jane, though, she was eager for a change of plans. She had never expected to find something so enticing in the stuffy old library. But when she thought about it, it seemed logical enough. After all, that was where she had got her start.

The blonde was more sensual than Cathy had dared hope. While her tongue worked feverishly in Jane's muff, Cathy looked up at the firm belly, the heaving breasts, the lovely face with the abandoned expression. The sight of the girl made her cunt flow wet. The taste of her had her on the verge of climax even without benefit of fingers.

Aching to sink a hand into her own twat, Cathy continued to slave over Jane's pussy. She wanted more than anything to bring the blonde unforgettable pleasure. But she wanted too to enjoy some thrills of her own. It would be so nice if Jane would eat her pussy too. It took a while, but eventually the same idea occurred to Jane. She began to feel a little ashamed of all the energy Cathy was investing in her while getting nothing back. Awesome as the idea was of tasting cunt for the first time, Jane was game. The other woman's skilled lovemaking made her want to give as well as she was receiving.

"Why don't we go over to the bed?" Jane felt shy, but eager. "I want to taste you too, Cathy." That was what the brunette had been waiting to hear. She stood up and walked hand in hand with the blonde to the bed. Once on the mattress, the two women entwined like snakes, winding their ways downward until each was face to face with moist cunt-flesh.

Fascinated, Jane stared at the neat pink slit of Cathy's pussy. Her cunt-lips were small, but inviting. Her clitoris stood like a little fortress at the top of her gash. Overcome with the sensual odor of the older woman, Jane dipped her tongue into Cathy's dark kinky pussy-hair and struck the fleshy peak of her clit.

"Ooooooohhh!" At just about the same time, Cathy snaked her tongue into the tight pink hole of Jane's twat. The younger woman's mouth on her clitoris goaded her on. She began to wriggle her tongue luridly inside Jane's greedy snatch. The harder Jane sucked on her clitoris, the more animated Cathy grew in her efforts.

When she finally plunged her tongue into Cathy's twat, Jane was delighted with the tangy sexy flavor of the other woman's cunt-juices. She licked them greedily. The pleasure-pangs soaring from her own well-tended pussy made her redouble her efforts in Cathy's hole. She licked and sucked like a madwoman, even working all the way down to the brown pucker of Cathy's anus. Trembling with her own boldness, she stabbed Cathy's sphincter lustily.

"Aaaaggghhhh! Darling, you're wonderful!" With the same bold ardor, Cathy probed Jane's asshole. There was a delicious perversity to giving exactly as she received, and at the same time. It was almost like making love to herself.

"Oh, Cathy! Oooooohhh!"

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heavy as the women became more and more abandoned. Both were reveling freely in the glory of mutual exploration. For a girl who had never before been sexually drawn to the opposite sex, Jane was catching on fast. She became more and more aggressive with Cathy. At last, she rolled the brunette over onto her back and straddled her.

With fierce zeal, Jane ground her cunt down against Cathy's face. The older woman was pleased by the lead Jane was taking in their lovemaking. She lapped greedily at the wide-open pink pussy that Jane pushed against her mouth. For a long time, men had been telling Cathy she was the sexiest woman they had ever met. The brunette was pleased with herself. She had found another woman to match her. And she was lucky enough to be reaping the wet rewards of her discovery.

Both women were too busy moaning and writhing to speak. They were totally immersed in the joy of sucking and licking, and getting the same back. Their hungry cunts flowered with passion. Pert tongues were ready to spread their lips wide, carry them even higher into the realm of passion. Her excitement was getting the best of Jane. She could feel her clit getting more and more sensitized. Her pussy throbbed with gathering ecstasy. Suddenly, her whole cunt flared into climax. She sobbed with pleasure. Her tongue still stabbed Cathy's pussy.

"Cathy… I'm coming! I'm commmm-ing-g-g!" She wanted her new friend to know what was happening to her, what joy she had brought her aching cunt. Feverishly, she worked to bring Cathy the same release.

Feeling Jane's climaxing cunt spasming under her touch was enough for Cathy. Grinding her pussy up into Jane's face, she let go her strings and soared. "Oooooh… God, it's good to commmme!"

The women enjoyed a long and sleepless night.

Cathy decided to go to work with Jane to say 'hello' to the staff. To her surprise, Jane noticed Miss Doober eyeing her suspiciously when she walked in with Cathy. She realized the head librarian did not approve of her predecessor. Later, she cornered Jane at the water cooler.

"It's nice to see you've made a new friend, Jane, but try not to pick up her bad habits. One Cathy Coke around here was enough forever." Jane had no idea what Miss Doober was talking about, but for the first time in a long time, her composure was shaken. Miss Doober was a strange one. It was hard to know what she was really thinking. It made Jane shiver to think she might suspect the nature of her new friendship.

CHAPTER TEN

Before Cathy left the library that morning, she made Jane a proposition. "Tonight's Saturday night. I feel like doing the town. What say I call up a couple of guys I know here in town and we'll make a foursome?"

Jane was thrilled by the idea. Though her sex life had been active lately, she had not been doing much dating. With Larry and Rick, it was strictly getting down to business. It would be fun to go out and drink and dance. It would be almost like a coming-out party for the blooming blonde.

At lunch-time, she went out and bought herself a new dress. It startled her to realize that, as she looked at herself in one dress after another, she was trying to decide how Cathy would like her best!

She would never have dreamed it possible, but here she was tingling like a schoolgirl over a date with another woman. The men involved scarcely mattered. She figured they would be simply escorts to keep her and her woman lover looking respectable.

Her attitude changed quickly when she met the men. Dale was tall and blond and very well-muscled. Ray was shorter and dark-haired. He had a quiet self-confidence that threw Jane completely off-balance. She thought he was the sexiest man she had ever met.

As it turned out, Jane spent most of the evening with Ray, but they changed partners often while dancing. They drank champagne that the men kept flowing like water. Jane had never had such a good time. And she had never been so turned on.

The nearness of each man, as she danced with them, made her cunt throb under her daring black wrap-around dress. Their admiring glances made her heart beat fast. There seemed little doubt that they were thinking what she was thinking – how much fun it would be to throw away their clothes and turn a dance into something to remember.

"Gee, Cathy, you sure have good-looking friends," she confided to the older woman in the powder room.

"Good lays too." The brunette smiled roguishly as she applied fresh lipstick.

"You mean you've screwed both of them?" Jane's eyes grew wide with jealous admiration.

"Both at the same time. You should know me well enough by now to know I never waste an opportunity."

Jane giggled, to ease the excited tension in her belly. "Wow! That must have been something!"

"Nothing YOU can't do too, baby. These guys are good for a whole night of fun." Cathy winked at the blonde and drew her close. She kissed her hungrily. "Damn! How do you manage to look so young and innocent and be so Goddamned sexy at the same time!"

Jane was so hot, she thought she would have eaten Cathy out right then and there, if the brunette had pressed it. She was eager for the fun and games to start. She was amused by the drastic changes that had taken place in her. Now that she knew what it was for, she wanted to be using her cunt all the time!

On the drive over to Dale's house, Jane sat very close to Ray in the back seat of the blond man's Cadillac. Ray encouraged her to pull her dress up around her hips and pull down her panties.

The cool feel of the leather against her ass made her cunt flare with desire. She was ready and eager for Ray's fingers as he shoved them up to explore her twat. "Christ, you're wet!" he exclaimed, and his eyes shone.

Without warning, he stabbed two fingers deep up into her tight hole. "Uuuuuhh!" Jane saw Dale watching her through the rear-view mirror. His face wore an amused expression, but lust shone in his eyes too. Prickly stabs of arousal charged up Jane's spine at the thought of how depraved she was being, letting one man fingerfuck her in the back seat of another man's car – and wanting both men. Wanting them so much!

Hot and hungry, her cunt screwed down against Ray's invading fingers. She continued to mewl wantonly, in a low hoarse voice. Cathy looked back at her and smiled an intimate smile of encouragement. She blew the blonde a kiss. Jane's twat grew hotter and wetter. "Oooohhh! It's soo good!"

Ray was impressed with the abandoned responses of the woman squirming on the ends of his fingers. Not only was Jane beautiful to look at, with her full tits and her round pert ass, but she was just as terrific to touch. His cock throbbed at the idea of filling her reedy pussy full of stiff prick. No doubt about it! She was going to be one hell of a lay!

"That's a baby!" He was encouraging her to screw her cunt more and more wildly down against his fingers. An electric charge raced down his spine as he watched her face dissolve into a mask of lust. "What a tight hole you've got, Jane! I can hardly wait to stuff it full of hard cock!"

The handsome man's words drove Jane to even greater heights of abandon. It felt so delicious, so obscene, to feel her ass naked against the car seat, the fingers ruthlessly screwing her pussy. It was like a lurid fantasy. Ray's lewd comments added the finishing touches to her already flaring desire. "Oooohhh God-d-d!" she whimpered. "I'm coming! You're making me commmme!"

In a flash she saw Dale's bright eyes assessing her in the mirror, Cathy's pretty face looking back to smile at her, Ray's sensual intensity that charged from his eyes like lightning bolts. Already, they were all her lovers! They were all with her in her abandon! What a night this would be!

By the time they reached Dale's house, they were all eager to get down to some hard sex. Even Jane, who had just enjoyed a heady orgasm, was hungry for more.

Dale led them straight back to his bedroom. It was a luxurious room with oriental-patterned drapes covering one wall, and a huge round bed. The velvet bedspread felt incredibly sexy against Jane's bare cunt as she automatically raised her dress before sitting down. She had grown to like feeling the surface of the seat beneath her naked ass-cheeks. "Ohhh, Cathy, try this. It's nice!"

Recklessly, the brunette tore off her dress and sat down next to Jane. It shocked and thrilled the blonde to realize her girl friend had been wearing no panties all evening. Cathy was naked but for a red garter belt and black hose, and her red high heels.

The men were already undressing. Jane's heart beat fast as Cathy turned to her and untied the belt of her dress. "Stand up, darling!" Jane did as she was told. She turned around to let her friend pull the dress off her.

Jane could feel the men's eyes boring into her as they admired her lush body in its obscene costume of black bra, black garter and stockings. Her panties had somehow been left behind in the car. She stood facing them, half-naked and defenseless, hungering for attention.

Both men's cocks were hard. They stood out hard and threatening from their loins. The women licked their lips greedily as they waited for the sweet moment of penetration.

On impulse, Cathy stood up and embraced Jane. She knew Ray and Dale would enjoy a little show. And a hard cock would feel that much better after a few more minutes of impatient waiting.

Pressing her naked tits against Jane's breasts, Cathy bore her lips down harshly on the blonde girl's. At the same time, she probed Jane's cunt lewdly with her hand. "Mmmmmm… you taste delicious, darling!" Moaning eagerly, she began to grind her naked cunt suggestively against Jane's. Hot tremors seized her as Jane responded to her lusty overtures.

"Christ, look at those two greedy pussies grind together!" Dale exclaimed. He stroked his cock gently as he watched the women's lewd performance. Eager as he was to screw one of those wet holes, he was enjoying the show they were putting on. "You're a smart bitch, Cathy!" he teased. "You know the hotter you get me, the harder I'll screw you!"

Ray, too, had a hand on his cock. He could remember the hot clasp of Jane's pussy as she had come on his fingers. Watching her now making love to Cathy made him want her all the more. "Man, this is the best porn show I've ever seen! Mom always said home-made is best!" He wanted to charge in between them, screw one, then screw the other. The urgent strain in his balls was intense. Still, he derived sweet pleasure from holding back and letting the girls do their thing.

Cathy had known for a long time that she was an exhibitionist. But Jane was just discovering that part of herself for the first time. Knowing the men were watching her and Cathy humping each other's pussy-mounds and kissing sent chills down her spine. She rammed her cunt more and more eagerly against Cathy's kinky-haired pussy. She wanted the cocks of the two men to be hard as steel when they finally found their ways into her pussy. Taking a quick peek over Cathy's shoulder, she saw them leering and stroking their huge pricks. Her twat flowed wet around Cathy's hand.

With sudden inspiration, the blonde broke Cathy's embrace and bent down to suck the older woman's tits. Her tongue flickered round and round first one dark-hued nipple and then the other. Her hands kneaded the firm soft flesh hungrily. By squatting a little, Cathy was able to keep stroking Jane's cunt. However, the blonde had to bend farther over to keep her mouth glued to the brunette's tits.

The target made by her garter-striped ass-cheeks was too much for Ray. He took his place up behind Jane and slipped his turgid cock in along the slit between her buttocks. His cock-head found the yielding wet spot it was after. In one long exuberant lunge, Ray had skewered Jane's twat deep.

"Oooooohhhh!" The erotic force of Ray's entry made Jane's mouth fall open so she lost her grip on Cathy's nipple.

Dale took his opportunity to bend Cathy over and sink his turgid cock deep into her clenching pussy. It pleased him to see the two pretty women, bent over and facing each other, each taking a hard cock deep into her cunt. He watched them clasp each other's shoulders for support. Once again, they were kissing wantonly. "What a couple of bitches!" he grunted. He slammed his cock far up Cathy's cunt. The brunette moaned happily. She ground her buttocks back at his loins, urging him on. He pulled her garter straps and let them snap back. He was so full of lust for the woman he wanted to love her and hurt her at the same time. Her wanton contortions showed she was ready for anything.

Ray planted his feet firmly on the floor and drove his cock again and again far up into the clinging confines of Jane's pussy. He couldn't believe the way her cunt-muscles were massaging his cock, egging him on. The feelings were pure ecstasy. Automatically, Ray found himself stroking into Jane to the same rhythm Dale had established over Cathy's feverish ass.

Eyes shining, Ray looked up at his big friend. "Well, old buddy! I think we just hit heaven!"

"Uuuhh, jeez!" Dale smirked lustily. "You sure? I don't know if they let hot cunts like this up there, but if they don't I don't want any part of it!"

"Ooohh, Cathy! Ray's cock feels so good in my pussy!" Jane told her girl friend between kisses. It excited her to talk dirty to the older woman while they were both getting soundly screwed. This was the ultimate in sexual sharing.

"I'm glad Ray's being good to your sweet pussy, darling! Ohh God-d-d! Dale's big cock feels like it's going to bust me wide open! I love it! I love it, Janie!"

All four orgiasts were working up a mighty sweat as they reveled in the wanton glory of their impromptu orgy. The men were enjoying a new kinship in sharing the two women lovers. They felt close to each other as well as to the women. They admired the way one another serviced the hungry twat before them. They began to stroke harder and deeper and faster. It was beginning to feel like a sexual marathon.

"Oh God, I'm commmmm-ing-g-g!" Cathy wailed suddenly and her shouts were like a trigger that set off three more explosions.

"I'm coming too, Cathy darling! My pussy feels so good!"

"Jeez, Jane, look out! Here I come!"

Dale was the last to shoot his load. He grunted raunchily and lunged his cock deep into Cathy's twat. A slow smile relaxed his features as her cunt sucked up the hot gush of his juices.

The four orgiasts staggered to the big round bed and lay arm in arm enjoying the blissful aftermath of climax. The men started to doze, but the women were soon eager for more action. Cathy winked at her girl friend as she knelt over Dale's cock. "I know a sure-fire way to get some more goodies!" The cum flowing down the insides of her thighs felt sticky and sweet. She liked the feel of it there, but she wanted more. She wanted streams of juices soaking her pussy with hot loving.

Jane watched wide-eyed as Cathy licked the mixed juices from Dale's flaccid cock. Not content just to sit on the sidelines, she started to do the same to Ray's penis. The heady taste fired her lust. It was a perverted turn-on to taste herself on the man's cock!

The women worked their mouths up and down the flaccid cocks, wiping them clean of every trace of orgasm. The men began to moan, and much to each woman's delight, the cocks began to rise.

"Oh, Cathy, look! It's getting hard again!"

Dale stabbed a hand ruthlessly into Jane's upturned ass-slit. "Greedy bitch, aren't you? Don't you ever get enough?"

She could tease too. She stuck her tongue out at him and wiggled her ass haughtily. "No!"

Her appealing gesture brought Dale's cock back to rock-hardness. "Shit, then… I guess I'm going to have to try out that bottomless pussy of yours!"

Ray scrambled for Cathy as Dale groped his way on top of Jane. He pinned the blonde beneath him and shoved his rigid cock far up into her wet tight cunt.

Jane's eyes grew wide. Her tongue darted sexily over her pouting lips. She was so full of cock! It felt wonderful! "Uuuuuuhhh… jee-zuz, yeah! Do it to me! Do it!"

That was more than enough invitation for the big man. He worked his cock thoroughly in and out of her pussy, savoring every square inch of her clutching flesh. "Feels good! Feels mighty good!"

Not content to be passive this time, Cathy urged Ray to lie down on his back. She eased herself down onto his filling rod that pulsed with blood-engorged desire for her. "Uuuuuuhh… shit, that's good cock, Ray!" She began to wriggle her ass, working it sensually up and down over his tingling prick.

The more aroused he grew, the more forcefully Ray shoved his hips up to ram her deep. "Do it, Cathy. Whatever makes you feel good, baby!"

Cathy took her lead. Like a queen, she rode luxuriously up and down on the filling thick penis. She gathered her hair up on top of her head. The gesture thrust her tits out full and inviting. They bounced up and down with the force of her movements. She watched Ray watching them. "Feel my titties," she crooned. "Make me feel good!"

Ray saw his fingers tremble as they reached for the dark pink buds atop her round tits. He squeezed them brutally, daring her to cry out in protest. No force seemed too great for her. She was loving what he was doing to her. She was loving the feel of his cock sliding deep into her taut pussy, over and over. With lusty relish, he kneaded her swollen tits. It was a pleasure watching her please herself, "God, you're a sexy woman!"

Dale looked down entranced at the woman wriggling lustily beneath him. She still wore her black bra, but the way it thrust her tits out and together gave him a jolt of desire that he worked deep into her smoldering cunt. Her belly was firm and flat. He could see the muscles standing out as she squirmed up against his hard-driving cock. Her black garter belt flattered her fair flesh. She looked very sexy, almost as sexy as she felt, deep inside her spasming hole. "Jeez, you're good pussy, Jane! You really love it, don't you!"

The young librarian looked up at the big man. A few weeks ago, she would have been shattered by such a question. Now it merely amused her. "Yes, I love it! And I'm glad I love it!"

He couldn't argue with that. He was glad she loved it too.

This coupling was slower, more erotic. They were fine-tuning emotions that the first time around had been scattered and urgent. Like careful craftsmen, they worked one another up toward the peak, that this time promised to be higher and better than ever.

Again, they came within seconds of one another. Even the women were ready now to lie back in the sated contentment of aftermath. But none of them slept. There was much more to explore about their well-matched sexuality. It was the most glorious night of Jane's life. She had never come so often nor so well.

"I love you all," she murmured as they settled down to a short doze before Cathy had to leave to catch her plane.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jane raised her head groggily when Cathy bent over to kiss her good-bye. "Uuuhh… wha…? Are you leaving already, Cathy?" She clutched the brunette's hand eagerly. She didn't want to let go.

"Yes, I am. Dale's going to drive me to the hotel to pick up my things, then to the airport. So you and Ray will have lots of time together." She winked coyly.

"But, Cathy… I want to come with you." Though the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak. The young blonde was not used to keeping such late nights, or such exhausting ones. Ray and Dale screwed even harder than the boy lovers she had enjoyed so far. She shook her head groggily.

Cathy laughed at her and tousled her blonde hair. "You wouldn't be able to keep your eyes open. Now go back to sleep. I promise I'll come see you again soon. And I'll write crazy love letters!" She bent down and gave Jane a deep tongue-kiss. That was the last thing Jane remembered. Ray hadn't even managed to wake up to say good-bye.

Jane was awakened the second time by a familiar prodding sensation up between her buttocks. She groped behind her and found the hard swollen shaft of Ray's cock. Her eyes flew open. Now she was wide awake, and trembling with desire. Even after all the good loving she had enjoyed the night before, she wanted more. Jane was beginning to learn that you don't store up on good sex. The more you get, the more you want.

She tried to roll over to face him but he held her firmly against him. His cock continued to poke insistently against the fleshy furrow between her ass-cheeks. She looked back over her shoulder. The sleepy lust in his eyes made her heart skip a beat. "Hi, Ray," she whispered. She was a little overawed by the sheer force of personality of the man, now that they were alone.

"Hi, Jane… you sure have a nice-feeling ass, baby!" His fingers kneaded her shapely buttocks so fiercely that she began to whimper in pain. "Christ, I could eat you alive!" The night before, Ray had been a little drunk. Now he was cold sober, and ready to enjoy the sexy blonde in a one-on-one encounter. Everything had been so hot and heavy last night, he had been submerged in sexuality. Today he wanted to sample her delights at his lusty leisure.

His words made Jane shiver all over. Though she was excited, she was a little afraid too. "Don't do it too hard, Ray… your hands are hurting me!" Her pleas sounded meek, she knew. She didn't want to risk offending him. Ray was more than ten years her senior, a mature confident man. He was something of a mystery to her. The men she had loved so far were boys in comparison to Dale and Ray.

Last night, they hadn't daunted her. She had had Cathy around for moral support. But now, she realized she was alone with a man who was really a stranger. And he was much more in control of the situation than she was.

His finger slipped in along her pussy-slit, then made its way back up to her asshole. Without warning, it rammed up into her rectum. He was in past the second knuckle!

"Ooooohhh!" Though his action startled her, it excited her too. His finger squirmed around inside her nether hole, rousing her to a building abandon. Though it was harshly dealt, the stimulation was familiar. She felt more comfortable, and she knew she wanted to have sex with him. "Feels good," she murmured wantonly. She wriggled her ass back onto the impaling finger.

Ray's hard cock throbbed impatiently as he screwed her tight hole with earthy gusto. She was incredibly hot inside her asshole. It was a tight fit even for a finger. What would it be for a cock? The prospect made his heart beat faster.

The juices on his finger had lubricated the way for him. With one sudden smooth exchange, he pulled his finger from her anus and substituted the thick swollen shaft of his cock. His penis drove deep up into her clinging hole, fighting for every inch of the way, but finally impaling her to the hilt. "Uuuuhhh, jeez!" he grunted and began to pull back for the next thrust.

"Aaaaarrrggghhhhh! Nooooo… you're hurting meeeeee!" Jane was stupefied by what was happening. Just as she had been opening up completely to him, looking forward to taking his cock in her cunt, he had violated her with this incredible cruel action. Her asshole spasmed painfully around his thick cock that was already beginning to establish a slow rhythm in and out. "Stop! Please stop!"

It pleased him to learn she was a virgin there. He had been wanting to do this to her ever since she had come on his fingers in the car. He figured any woman as hot as she was would really go for assfucking. Her pitiable whimpers didn't touch him. He had seen many women protest being screwed in the ass, but sooner or later they had all learned to like it – if not so much the act, at least the depraved idea of their own humiliation.

Though Ray liked pussy, he enjoyed nothing more than watching some beauty struggling with his hard cock up her ass. "You're going to love it, baby! Just let it happen! Shit, it's so nice and tight on my cock! You're making me feel good, bitch!"

His heartless unconcern for her plight made Jane's spirits crash bottom. Obviously he had no intention of taking pity on her virgin distress. He was going to screw her ass, no matter how much pain and anguish he caused her!

"No! No! No!" Her feeble protests burst from her lips in rhythm to the smacking of his loins against her ass. She had never felt so stretched. She tried to ignore what was happening to her, but it didn't work. That cock in her anus was so much there! It was as if it was filling and straining every part of her being. "Uuuuuuhh!" Her moans were a continuous low call of defiance. She was beginning to feel angry with the man, angry that he felt he had some right to hurt her! Who did he think he was! Well, he might have her down, but she wasn't out, not yet!

With no alternative, she began to fight against his lunging in strokes. She had little hope of getting away from him, but she would at least show him he hadn't killed her spirit. She felt that was what Cathy would have done under the same circumstances. "You're a bastard, Ray! A bastard, do you hear me! You're a fucking bastard!" She spat the words out through clenched teeth. Already she felt better.

Ray was delighted with her feisty response. He'd rather tackle a lion than a lamb any day. More challenge! "That's the stuff, baby! Show me how tough you are! Wiggle that sweet ass for me!"

It infuriated her even more that he seemed to be making fun of her feeble efforts. She gripped the side of the mattress and threw herself back against his plundering prick. Then she wriggled forward as far as she could go before he grabbed onto her and pulled her back. "Bastard! Fucker! Shithead!"

In the midst of all her efforts, Jane had failed to recognize one new and increasingly obvious fact. He wasn't hurting her any more. In fact, his cock in her anus was beginning to feel remarkably good!

She stopped hurling blasphemies at him long enough to try to figure out what this new state of affairs could mean. It was then that the lusty jolts of pleasure began to hit her. She stared at the wall in wide-eyed wonder for a moment, then she began to moan wantonly. Her ass-cheeks again thrust back at his loins, but for a different reason now.

Her undulations were a celebration of ecstasy. "Mmm-y-y God-d-d!"

Jane's insults had only made the juices flow hotter in his balls. He liked a woman with spunk. His attention had been focused on trying to keep her from getting away from him. Now he realized from the subtle changes in the movement of her hips, that she was no longer trying to get away. Her ass didn't pull away quite so far. And her return thrusts seemed calculated less to attack than to consume. She was into it! She was enjoying getting screwed in the ass!

"Yeah, baby! Move that thing!" With a great long lunge, he slammed his cock as deep into her as it would go. He stepped up his pace, to a high-key zesty struggle for release.

"Ooooohhh! Screw me! Screw my ass, lover!" If he had asked her if she wanted to get screwed in the ass, she would have said a quick and definite not. The idea of such, pain had always horrified her. It thrilled her now to discover there was a whole other element to the pain. There was the excitement of sacrificing the last part of oneself to another's pleasure. From that raunchy self-abasement came her own masochistic pleasure. It was a different kind of joy, but it made her clit just as hard and her pussy just as wet.

She reached down and felt the fleshy moist lips of her pussy. Her clit spasmed with arousal. Reveling in her own depravity, she sank her finger deep into her cunt and worked it back and forth in time to his lusty strokes in her ass. "Mmmmmmm… ooooohhh!"

Though Ray had seen many women take his cock up their ass, none had ever enjoyed it as much as this wild wanton young librarian. The sight of her buttocks thrusting back against him made him grip her ass-cheeks harder. His cock was throbbing ominously. It wouldn't be much longer before he was shooting his hot cum deep into her most secret hole.

He realized from the rhythmic motion of her arm that she was screwing herself in the pussy with her finger. She was so greedy, she had to take some pleasure for both holes. "God, cunt! Move it! Are you making that hot twat of yours feel good?"

"Mmmmm, yeah… it's all so nice! I love it all! I love your cock in my ass! I'm coming!" Just like that, she was hurled over the top into forgetful abandon.

He could feel her ass-muscles clenching spasmodically around his hard penis. That was the last touch he needed for his own climax. "Look out, baby! I'm gonna give you an assful of cum!" In jet after hot jet his cock shot her tight hole full of juices.

"Mmmmmm, that was so good!" She shuddered as she felt his flaccid penis slip from her asshole. She let him roll her over onto her back. Like a puppet, she lay motionless, crazy smile on her face.

Ray lay next to her and took a dilated nipple into his mouth. He sucked the rubbery nubbin mercilessly, until she was again groaning with pleasure. The woman excited him so much, he couldn't get enough of her. He fondled her full round tits as he sucked and licked her nipple to a fine-honed peak of passion.

Jane had been so stimulated by all that had gone before that it was easy for her to find new ecstasy in the simple sucking of her nipple. The attentions of his mouth made her breast throb with lust-darts that shot down to her cunt and back up again. Again she began to moan and writhe. She was out of control. Her pleasure threshold was right up at the surface. Making her come again was no trick.

"Oooooo… Ray… God, I'm coming! I'm coming just from my titties!"

The appetite of the woman astounded Ray. And taxed his limits. He explored her sensuality all afternoon. When Dale got back home, he found them still in bed.

What could a good host do but join his guests in their pleasure?

"I'm so lucky," Jane moaned as one man sucked her twat and another her tits. So much pleasure, and she owed it all to her job at the library, and to Cathy. What a long way back it was to the day she had sat before Miss Doober, trembling her way through the job interview.

The thought that Miss Doober might have turned her down made her tremble now. Or maybe it was those talented mouths!

CHAPTER TWELVE

The more Jane experimented with her sexuality, the more eagerly she sought new thrills – new men, new situations, new challenges. She had the example of Cathy ever before her. It was that she wanted to live up to.

Though she had become expert at her job in the library, Jane realized she had lost her special position as Miss Doober's "pet". She was no longer consulted by Miss Doober about various schemes for improving the library. Before, the older woman had often sought her services as a sounding board. Now, she seemed to go out of her way to avoid direct contact with Jane. The odd disapproving stare made shivers run down the young woman's spine.

She couldn't understand what Miss Doober had found out about her that made her so cold. When she planned sexual rendezvous in the library, she always made doubly sure she was alone with her lover. She had worried at first that Miss Doober might somehow know about her wanton behavior. But eventually she dismissed the idea. If Miss Doober knew, she would have fired her long ago.

So what was it? How could the chief librarian object to an employee who was becoming more and more competent at her job every day? Who was popular with both customers and fellow employees? Who was prompt in arriving at work and careful to be sure her duties were done before leaving?

Jane decided finally there was no point in trying to figure out Miss Doober. She was a strange old coot. Obviously she had preferred Jane when she was shy and timid and unsure of herself Jane tried not to worry too much about Miss Doober.

The older woman's disapproval aroused a perverse response in the girl. She grew more fond than ever of planning lewd adventures in the library. It was her way of getting back at Miss Doober. She began to understand now why Cathy had played out so many of her fantasies in the library. The fine old building deserved more life and better feelings than Miss Doober allowed it.

One rainy afternoon, Jane was on duty alone. A heavy downpour kept water running down the windows in steady streams. It was a kind of day Jane liked. It made her happy to be cozy and warm indoors while nature worked its rage outside.

In between reading a book, Jane kept an eye on a teen-aged boy who had been the only person to come into the library since before noon. He appeared to be engrossed in homework. But from time to time, he would look up and smile at Jane if she was looking, stare at her if she was not.

His interest sent lurid chills up and down the blonde's spine. He had a thick shock of blond hair and a developing young body that was lean and firm… and very appealing to her lusty libido. It had been the other girls who had their fun, while Jane just daydreamed – pure, innocent daydreams to be sure, but with that undercurrent of urgency that was seizing her now.

A forbidden idea dangled at the back of her mind, taunting her. What would happen if…? Did she dare do it?

After close to an hour of staring at the same page without absorbing a word on it, she set down the book and walked over to the boy. She still wasn't absolutely sure what she was going to do, but she felt she must do something to break her inner tension.

"Hi! Looks like you're the only person brave enough to come out to the library on a day like this."

"Oh…" He smiled cheerfully up at her. She felt her pulse quicken. "Heck, it's fine with me. I'm getting a lot of homework done. No distractions, except, that is, for the pretty scenery."

Jane was astonished by the boy's bold words. Though he uttered them shyly, there was no mistaking the keen interest in his eyes as he looked up at her.

"I like the scenery, too," she said, falling to her knees in front of him. Her heart was pounding so she thought he would surely hear it. She reached for his groin and the telltale bulge there. Her fingers trembled as she struggled with his fly.

She looked up at his astonished face. He had completely lost his cool now. He looked like his eyes were going to bulge right out of his head. "You don't mind, do you?" She was teasing him.

Her hand had already found the fleshy shaft of his cock and was pulling it out into the open. From the dazed look in his eyes, it was more than clear that he didn't mind.

"Uuuuuhhh… uuhh, no, ma'am! I don't mi-mi-mi-mind!" His expression registered disbelief as he watched her fingers toy with the head of his cock. She stroked the bulb of his cock-head playfully. Then her palm closed around his girth and stroked up and down the rigid shaft.

For a moment, she closed her eyes and licked her lips hungrily. She was realizing an obscene dream… the dream of discovering what youth was really like, of savoring its glowing joy and innocence. Though Rick was not much older than this boy, he was much more experienced. The youth in front of her looked like he would willingly have sacrificed himself at her altar.

He was totally overwhelmed. Jane wondered eagerly if he might be a virgin.

"What's your name, darling?" Her hand stroked skillfully up and down his pulsing cock.

"Tom," her voice cracked. He cleared it impatiently. "Tommy, ma'am."

"Well, Tommy, I think you have a very beautiful penis. I'd like to make it feel good. I'd love to feel it in my mouth." Her lewd suggestion was making the juices flow from her pussy. She could feel the wet crotchband of her panties riding up between her cunt-lips.

When the boy didn't answer, she looked back up at his face. His mouth was hanging open. He was staring at her as if he wasn't sure who was crazy – her or him. He was completely tongue-tied.

Delighted with his innocent response, Jane poised her mouth a couple of inches from his cock-head. She extended her tongue. Slowly and skillfully, she licked around the sensitive tip of his prick.

"Uuuuuuhhh!" Automatically his hands reached for the edges of his chair. His ass slid forward on the seat to bring his cock closer to the mouth of the beautiful, bold older woman. "Peels good," he whispered as he watched her purse her lips over his cock-head and suck on it much as if it were a ripe sweet plum.

"Tastes good, Tommy!" Her voice was hoarse and excited. "Tastes so good!" With a grunt of abandon, she slid her lips tautly clown the sides of his erect cock until the whole length was buried in her mouth. Then she pulled back on it. His cock shone with a glistening coating of her saliva. It looked like a thick fleshy popsicle.

Her first taste of the swollen cock only whetted Jane's appetite. As the rain pounded mercilessly on the library roof and windows, she bobbed her head up and down over the teen-ager's prick. Her tongue stabbed the stretched flesh in vulnerable places, drawing groans from deep in his throat. Her lips sucked eagerly along the whole stiff rod. His grunts of pleasure only increased her efforts. She was pretty sure this was the first time he had had his cock sucked. She wanted to make it an event to remember.

For just an instant she smiled up at him. "How does it feel, Tommy? Tell me! Am I doing it the way you like it?"

"Oooohhhh, gosh, yesssss, ma'am! No one's ever done this to me! It feels better than anything I've ever done in my whale life."

Jane was amused by his awed statement. Little did he know how many lusty experiences awaited him in the years ahead. His cock was only beginning to awaken to its erotic possibilities!

Still, she realized he would probably always keep a soft spot for the woman who had sucked his cock first. The idea gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. It was as if she were handing him a priceless gift – the same gift so many men had been giving her over the past weeks, the gift of pleasure.

Aware of the power of her position, Jane bobbed her mouth furiously over his stiff cock. She wanted him to be a different person when she had finished sucking his prick to distraction. He would know a little more about himself and his value in the world. He would know that, when things went bad, there was always this flowing urgent place to return to.

She fondled his balls while her mouth worked gymnastic wonders on his penis. His grunts grew more and more earthy. She was already impressed by how long the inexperienced teen-ager had managed to hold out against her skilled assault. But she sensed it wouldn't be much longer before he filled her mouth with sweet streams of his hot jism.

Her first virgin!

Tommy's fingers clutched the librarian's blonde hair as he grew steadily more overwhelmed by the intensity of the woman's efforts. He threw his head back and howled out his pleasure. "Oh ma'am… ooooohhhh! It feels sooooooo… Oh Christ!"

He began to pump thick hot juices into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, wrapping her tongue around his cock-head to be sure not to lose a drop.

She looked up at the happy dazed stupor on his face. "Your cum tastes so sweet, Tommy."

"Thank you for that, ma'am."

His politeness, even under such wrenching conditions, touched her. "My pleasure, Tommy. And just call me Miss Friesen."

He grinned. "Right, Miss Friesen, Jane had dedicated another sacrifice to Miss Doober's library." She wagged her ass saucily as she went back to her post at the counter. "What a beautiful day it is!" she called to Tommy across the room.

"From now on, Miss Friesen, rainy days are my favorites."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Miss Doober had been watching Jane Friesen closely for some time now. She was disappointed in the changes that had taken place in the blonde over the past months.

When Jane had first come to the library, she reminded Miss Doober of a young version of herself – quiet, pretty, determined to remain out of touch with the impurities of the world. She would have sworn Jane was a virgin and likely to remain so for some time. Miss Doober liked having the younger woman around her when she was working. Her fine round breasts, her firm ass-cheeks gave the head librarian a rush of feeling each time she observed them. One day, she hoped, her protege might be ready to learn of the austere pleasures of the flesh which Miss Doober liked to indulge in. In her own uptight way, Miss Doober had the hots for Jane.

Then had come the telltale signs. Jane began to flirt more with men. Her clothing became less conservative, more sexy. She began to wriggle her ass provocatively when she walked. All these signs told Miss Doober that Jane was screwing… and probably a lot. She suppressed the pangs of jealousy that seized her. She turned them into cold contempt for the girl.

Still she could not take her mind off Jane. Though she was barely civil to her on the job, she was terrified lest she might leave her job and go on to something more exciting. It would break the older woman's heart to see her go. Nothing, and certainly no person, had been so important to Miss Doober for a long, long time.

One night, on impulse, she went back to the library after closing time. She wasn't sure what she expected to find, if anything, but she was curious to see Jane on the job by herself.

Miss Doober let herself quietly into the library. By instinct, she hid herself behind a row of books to case the joint. Something told her something was wrong.

"Oooooohhh! Yes, darling! That's the way!"

The woman couldn't believe her ears. There was no mistaking that what she was hearing was raw passion. She peeked through a gap in the rows of books. What she saw sent goosebumps galloping up and down her spine. Her cunt throbbed inside her panties.

Jane Friesen was lying naked on her back on top of one of the worktables. Her knees were drawn up. Her cunt was wide open to the boy who was sitting on a chair in front of her, licking her pussy with feverish abandon. Her firm round breasts heaved on top of her chest. Her blonde head rocked crazily from side to side as she moaned with pleasure.

"Oooooohhh, Tommy! Are you sure you've never done this before, darling? You're doing such a wonderful job!"

Her compliment seemed to act like spurs on the laboring youth. His fingers held her pussy-lips wide open. His tongue worked fiendishly up and down the moist pink lips. Miss Doober could see him stabbing his tongue-tip again and again deep into her cunt. Imagining what his attentions must fool like made her own cunt throb for a dose of the same. The older woman was strict with herself. She didn't permit herself to jack off more than once a week. And she had just taken this week's turn two days ago. She refused to indulge herself. And she refused mentally to condone her employee's obscene behavior.

But physically it was another story. Her whole body was shaking. She had never witnessed such depraved abandon first-hand. Despite her conscience, her body craved what she was seeing when she knew she should be chasing the sinners out of her precious library, she could only hide and watch. She simply could not tear herself away.

The blonde was growing more and more aroused by the tonguing the youth was giving her vulnerable pussy. She ground her cunt against his face, forcing him to lick her deep. Miss Doober watched her naked ass-cheeks rise and fall, rise and fall from the library table. Despite the anger rising inside her against her shameless employee, she could not help admiring her naked perfection. Her body was everything she had imagined and more. It was so smooth and rich in its contours. Unconsciously, she placed a hand over her cunt-mound and squeezed. The response that ravaged her frustrated loins almost made her pass out.

"Your pussy tastes so good, Miss Friesen." The youth spoke for the first time.

Miss Doober recognized a hard-working student that came to the library often. Mentally, she criticized Jane for corrupting the boy. Physically, she envied her enjoyment of his fine body and his naive eagerness.

"I didn't know what to expect, but it's terrific." Greedily, he licked her juices from his lips. Then he dove back into her muff to collect more of the same.

"Oh darling… I'm glad you like me. You must never worry about yourself as a lover! You're out of this world! No one has ever eaten my pussy better than you!"

To the watching Miss Doober, it seemed her employee was giving the boy a lessons in lovemaking. She was obviously trying to inflate his self-confidence. Jane took her work seriously. Past the point of being content with nurturing minds, now she was working on bodies. Miss Doober wondered how many other youths had fallen to Jane's advances in her library! The thought made her see red! How dare Jane defile her project of twenty years in this shameless way!

Even while she was internally scolding Jane, Miss Doober continued to clutch her pussy hotly. She was waging a life-and-death struggle with herself, fighting the urge to slip her hand up under her skirt. Her vision was good and she could see every detail of the way the boy's tongue slipped up and down the pink, dew-dappled cunt-lips. Seeing was almost feeling. Almost – but not quite.

"Mmmmm, Miss Friesen… you sure are something to let me do this!"

The first time she had sucked the boy's cock on that rainy afternoon, Jane had known she would not be content with one taste of this fine young male. She had sucked his cock a couple of times since then. When he had asked to eat her pussy, she had had to say "yes". The thought of his virginal lips striving to please her cunt made her wet and greedy for him. Every boy had to learn somewhere, and she was going to make sure Tommy started off with lots of confidence. She'd make him the best lover around! "Mmmm, play with my clitoris, darling! Girls like that! Make it feel good!"

The boy was surprised at how hard the little nubbin felt beneath his swirling tongue. When he had first started to lick Miss Friesen's pussy, it had been scarcely big enough to notice. Now it was three times as large and stiff as a little cock. She moaned and ground her cunt into his face as he sucked her there. There was no doubt that he had discovered a key pleasure zone. While his cock throbbed in his pants, he swirled his tongue round and round her clitoris until she was so hot, he thought she was going to break his neck with her wild contortions.

"Ooooooooh… ooohh, Tommy-y-y!" Jane was delighted with her lover. No timid boy, he! He was a natural. All he needed was lots of practice. And Jane knew one young librarian who would be more than willing to help him out!

Her body was building to a tense peak of arousal. Up inside her pussy there was a vast craving. She wanted something long and hard and filling. From the bulge in his trousers, she could see Tommy had exactly what she was after. "Stick your cock in me, Tommy! I want it now… please!"

The moment of truth for the boy had come. No more fooling around with schoolgirls who couldn't decide whether they would or wouldn't. Now that same grown-up woman who had sucked his cock and let him eat her pussy wanted his cock in her cunt. Fear and excitement struggled for top billing in his nervous belly.

Quickly he pulled his hard cock from his fly and guided the tip to the uptilted hole of her pussy. She had extended her legs in a welcoming vee, to make it easy for him. All he had to do was find the opening and shove. His hand trembled as he put his cock in position. Then with a quick slam, he jammed his penis far into her wet hot pussy.

"Uuuuuuhhh! God-d-d! That feels great!"

"Oh yes, Tommy darling! Screw me! Screw me!"

Miss Doober's hand clenched her cunt as she grappled with the emotions surging through her. The abandoned twosome were enjoying themselves so intensely, their arousal was contagious. But she couldn't let herself give in to the lust seizing her!

As the older woman's excitement grew, so did her anger. She wanted to get even with the blonde for putting her through this hell! Let Jane enjoy herself now! Soon would come the time of reckoning!

Tommy struggled valiantly with the surging excitement that shot through him like lightning bolts. Again and again his cock drove deep into her clasping pussy. He could feel her cunt-walls teasing him, trying to make him lose control. His balls felt heavy as lead. They were aching with the burden of their heavy load.

"Cripes, Miss Friesen… I'm coming!" he blurted suddenly.

"Oh Tommy darling! Me too! It's sooooo good!" She wrapped her legs around him and held him to her.

Miss Doober crept quietly out of the library. She had no more worries about how to handle Miss Jane Friesen. The blonde had given her perfect solution.

Back home, the head librarian threw caution to the winds. She pulled out her trusty vibrator and masturbated for the second time that week!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The following day was a routine workday for Jane. Miss Doober had taken the afternoon off, but Jane found a note in her slot from the head librarian. It more demanded than requested her presence at Miss Doober's house that evening at seven p.m.

Jane was mystified. She would have liked to think the summons had something to do with a raise. But she couldn't imagine why Miss Doober would ask her to her house for something like that. Curiosity as much as duty brought her to Miss Doober's door at seven sharp.

She scarcely recognized the woman who answered Miss Doober's door. She was wearing black spike high heels, a tight black skirt and a black shirt open at the neck. She was also wearing make-up. Jane had never realized how attractive the older woman was. Without her glasses and her dowdy clothes, she was a completely different person. For the first time in weeks, Miss Doober smiled at Jane.

It was a strange smile – one that made the blonde shiver. She walked into the living room, looking back over her shoulder nervously every two seconds. The look on her boss' face was uncanny.

"Sit down right there, Jane."

Jane sat on the edge of a straight-backed armchair, waiting for Miss Doober to speak. She was beginning to wonder about the other woman's outfit. Had she dressed up just for Jane? It seemed a strange kind of at home costume. For a minute, she thought Miss Doober looked just like a high-class madam. She suppressed a giggle.

Her boss' first words erased all thought of humor. "I saw you making love to that boy last night. In the library. Quite a demonstration the two of you were putting on."

Jane bit her lip and stared speechlessly at Miss Doober. It had happened at last! She had been found out! She had known all along the risk she was running, but the rewards seemed to make it worthwhile. Now she was not so sure – now that she was about to join the ranks of the unemployed.

Miss Doober seemed pleased that she had left the girl stunned and lost for words. "You know, of course, that I could fire you on the spot for what you did last night… and goodness knows how many other nights before that."

Startled, Jane looked up at the older woman. "Could fire?" Did that mean Miss Doober hadn't make up her mind yet? She felt a surge of hope. The idea of such a degrading blot on her record frightened her… fired for screwing on the premises!

The blonde's expression reminded Miss Doober of the innocent girl she had hired months before. She felt a surge of the old affection. A strange throbbing in her cunt added to the excitement she had been feeling all day. She had been looking forward to this moment so much. "It's entirely up to me, you know, whether you stay or go. Of course, maybe you don't want to stay on." She held her breath. If Jane said 'no', the whole game was up.

"Oh yes! I do!" Jane was being very sincere. She couldn't afford unemployment.

"Well, perhaps that can be arranged, but I think you'll agree you deserve to be punished for your shameful behavior."

"Yes." Jane hung her head. Extra duty? Cut in salary? "Whatever you say, Miss Doober."

The older woman beamed with satisfaction. "I always thought you were a sensible girl, Jane. Before you met that Cathy Coke, anyway!"

The blonde wanted to jump to her girl friend's defense, but she thought better of it. The subject of Cathy only seemed to rile Miss Doober.

There was a tremor in the head librarian's voice when next she spoke. "Are you ready to take your punishment now, Jane?"

Jane noticed the lusty twinkle in Miss Doober's eyes. It went well with her outfit. She was beginning to understand there might be a kink or two in Miss Doober's plan. But she had no choice but to go along. "Yes, Miss Doober."

"All right. Kneel down on the rug facing that couch."

Trembling with a perverted excitement, Jane did as she was told. On Miss Doober's instructions, she pulled up her skin, and pulled down her panties. The next thing she knew, she was recovering from a sharp blow to her bare ass. "Oooowwwwww!"

"It's no more than you deserve, Jane! You were a very bad girl and you deserve to be punished." The older woman was so excited by the sight of the tight wriggling ass before her, she could hardly speak. She raised her hairbrush high over her head and again brought it smacking down against the firm flesh. Jane's cries made her pussy throb inside her panties.

"Yessss, Miss Doober!" Tears stung the blonde's eyes as blow after blow rained down on her vulnerable ass-cheeks. She would never have believed the severe head librarian had a weakness for spanking. Jane felt like an actress in some blue movie, bending over and meekly taking her punishment from a depraved older woman. But this was no playacting. The pain radiating from her buttocks made what Miss Doober was doing to her only too real! Jane hadn't been punished like this since she reached puberty, and her father had grown too embarrassed to spank her any more.

"God, you should be ashamed of yourself, Jane! Lying naked on that table letting that guy eat your pussy! Then letting him stick his cock up inside you! I've never seen anything like it! You have no shame, girl! No shame! Maybe I can teach you some!" Miss Doober's words were interrupted by periodic smacks of the hairbrush. The older woman shifted her attention from the remembered scene of Jane screwing the teen and the reality of the wriggling ass before her. She wanted to reach out and stroke those firm round ass-cheeks. But more than that, she wanted to punish Jane… to teach her some respect for her and her library! How long had she wanted to have this beautiful young woman at her mercy and now her dream had come true!

"No! Oooohh! I'm sorry!" Strange things were happening to Jane as she squirmed under the blows of the hairbrush. She realized she wasn't just going through this to save her job. Some perverted side of her was actually enjoying moaning and writhing under a hail of blows! She could feel her pussy getting wet! Her clit throbbed with rising hunger! Miss Doober was satisfying some deep-suppressed part of her that she hadn't allowed, to surface until now.

She could recall the times when she was a little girl and her daddy had punished her by bending her over his knee and spanking her. Though the blows had hurt, she had felt very close to her father at those times. The two of them were sharing something very special… something intense and emotional, something even her mommy wasn't involved with. The twisted pleasure of those bygone days came back to her now, with each whacking blow of Miss Doober's brush.

The crotch of Miss Doober's panties was soaking wet. She could no longer stand the strain of holding back the passion she felt for the beautiful young blonde. Now that she had Jane withering and pleading for mercy, she had to make it up to her, make it up in a way that would bring them both a final releasing charge of pleasure.

When the blows finally stopped, Jane was at a loss at what to do. Her clitoris was hard as a pebble, throbbing for attention. She wanted desperately to reach down and wrench it into orgasm. The only problem was Miss Doober. The alder woman was calling the shots. Since she had come this far already, Jane didn't want to risk her job on a false move.

Carefully she looked back over her shoulder. What she saw made her heart skip a beat.

Miss Doober had shed her skirt and blouse. What she wore now was a lacy black bra, a black garter belt and stockings and her spike heels. Strapped around her loins was the real corker – an awesome looking dildo. She smiled down at Jane. "Are you ready, Jane?"

The young blonde had already gone so far in this absurd charade that she let no scruples stand in her way. She was hot and hungry and Miss Doober had the means to relieve her tension. If her boss wanted to screw her with a dildo, then so be it! "God, yes! I'm so horny, I'm dying!" She turned back to face the couch and wriggled her ass expectantly in Miss Doober's direction.

The head librarian was about to realize the forbidden dream of a lifetime. She had had women lovers before, but never one as beautiful as Jane. She knelt behind the blonde and shoved the tip of the dildo against her upturned pink hole.

"Holy shit!" Jane had never felt anything that huge shoving at the portals of her cunt. She wiggled back eagerly, trying to find the right angle to take that thick shaft. At last with one long lunge of Miss Doober's hips, the dildo drove deep into Jane's pussy. "Aaaaaggghhh! Oh my God! It's wonderful!"

Delighted with her employee's response, Miss Doober grabbed her hips and began to work the artificial cock in and out of her clasping cunt. Months of pent-up frustration were shed in seconds. The older woman no longer had to resent the younger for having something she couldn't get. Because now she had it!

"Oh, it feels good to screw you!" she grunted. Her fingers left white welts in Jane's ass that was a bright blotchy red from her earlier spanking. With greedy hands, the chief librarian stroked and caressed those firm round mounds. She could scarcely believe that she was touching them now, after admiring them from afar for so many months.

Jane screwed her ass hungrily back onto the filling shaft attached to Miss Doober's pussy. She had never had anything this big in her cunt. But rather than pain, the blonde felt nothing but a deep overwhelming pleasure. She wouldn't have believed it of herself, but it seemed she had lost all scruples as fat as pleasure was concerned. She would take it whenever and wherever it was offered.

She realized that from here on in, her duties at the library would include keeping Miss Doober's pussy happy. Even that depraved thought excited her. After all, she had turned Miss Doober on! And that was something that even Cathy Coke hadn't been able to do!

Content

Janet McCoy
Librarian with the hots

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN