Janet McCoy: Librarian with the hots

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!

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."