Janet McCoy: Librarian with the hots

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!

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.