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.