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.