Janet McCoy: Librarian with the hots

"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.

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.