When she reported for work the next day, Sara had vowed to clean up her act. No more spying on people, and no more hanky-panky in the library, that was her vow.
She really was ashamed of herself for spying on Pam and Gary, and she knew she should have reported them to the principal right away. She was the head librarian, and she hadn't done her job.
Looking grim, she started shelving books. It wasn't long before she heard whispers from far back in the stacks. She made her way silently toward the sounds.
Pecking out from between the books, she saw a boy and girl standing in the next aisle grinning at each other. The boy pulled the girl to him and kissed her. Sara reddened with annoyance.
The library may have been a favorite necking place in Miss Blake's day, but Sara wasn't going to stand for it. This was a place to study, not to make out. Her anger grew as she watched the students kissing and rubbing their bodies together.
Finally they came up for air, and the girl whispered, "We better cut it out. Somebody might catch us."
"Aw, don't worry about it," the boy said. "Everybody makes out back here."
Not any more they don't, Sara thought furiously.
The boy cupped the girl's tits and started squeezing them through her clothes.
"All right, you two!" she barked. "I'm taking you to the principal's office!"
"Oh, please, Miss Wright," the girl cried, bursting into tears, "don't report us! My folks will kill me!"
"Gosh, Miss Wright," the boy said, "everybody's been making out in the stacks, for years. Nobody ever got punished before. We promise not to do it again!"
Sara hesitated. Yesterday she'd stood by and allowed Gary and Pam to go all the way, and now she was about to punish these kids for just one kiss. It really wasn't fair. They were just doing what everybody else did.
"Very well," she said grimly, "I won't report you this time. But if I ever catch you doing this again, you'll be expelled. And you'd better spread the word about that!"
"Oh, yes, Ma'am, we will!" the boy said.
The kids hurried back to the study tables and started whispering to their friends. The word was getting around that there'd be no more making out in the library. Sara felt she'd done her duty. So why did she feel this strange sense of disappointment?
Suddenly she knew. She was disappointed, because she'd really wanted to spy. She'd wanted to watch another young couple make love. She felt ashamed of herself for those feelings, but she couldn't deny them.
Well, she was just going to have to get control of herself. Hard work would help. She worked furiously, even through the lunch hour, then finally went to the teachers' lounge to grab a bite. She was glad to find herself alone there.
She wasn't alone for long, though. She was in the bathroom when she heard voices, people entering the lounge. She couldn't help overhearing their conversation.
"This is crazy, Jerry!" a woman said. "We're taking an awful chance!"
"Liz, I just had to get you alone," a man replied. "Everybody's had their lunch and gone now. This is the perfect chance!"
Liz, Jerry? Sara recognized the names. They were teachers at Riverside, both of them in their thirties, respected, and married – to other people. What were they doing alone together in the lounge? She opened the bathroom door just a crack and peeked out.
"I can't hold it back any longer, Liz!" Jerry was saying. "I'm crazy about you. And I've got a hunch you feel the same way about me."
"Oh, Jerry, it's true," Liz sighed, "but what can we do about it? I don't want to ruin my marriage, and I'm sure you don't want to wreck yours."
"I don't," Jerry said, slipping his arms around her, "but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other if we're careful."
He kissed Liz, and she melted against him, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. The two teachers were lost in a long steamy tongue-kiss.
Sara turned scarlet. She was scandalized. Here were two, of the most respected members of the faculty about to commit adultery in the teachers' lounge. No matter where she went in this school, she seemed to run into sex.
Well, what could she do about it? This wasn't the library, and she wasn't in charge here. If she threatened to report them to the principal, they'd probably deny that they were doing anything, and Sara would look ridiculous.
The best thing she could do was get out of there and leave them to their wickedness. Only she couldn't. They were between her and the door. Shocked as she felt, she had no choice but to stay right where she was till Liz and Jerry left.
Of course she could have shut the bathroom door, but she didn't. She stood there and watched. Somehow she just couldn't resist. These were adults, after all, and she might learn something that students couldn't teach her. Sara convinced herself that she needed the sex education.
"Oh. Jerry, this is wrong!" Liz moaned as they finally broke off their kiss.
"Not if nobody knows about it," he assured her. "Come on over to the couch!"
Liz was blushing, but she didn't resist as Jerry grabbed her hand and led her to the couch.
He drew her down on it, and they embraced and kissed again, lying down this time. They rubbed their bodies sensuously together.
Disgusting, Sara thought.
She tried to forget that she'd done something just as disgusting last night, when she used that dildo. She hadn't been able to resist the damned thing, using it again and again, till she fell asleep with exhaustion.
No, she wouldn't think about that. At least it wasn't adultery. She concentrated her attention on the teachers. Liz, a slim blonde, was rubbing her cunt-mound against Jerry's crotch, helpless to hide the lust she felt for him.
Jerry was medium height but burly, and Sara couldn't help feeling attracted to his powerful body. Then she reminded herself that she must keep control. She mustn't let her lust overpower her mind. She ignored the growing heat and moistness in her hungry pussy.
Jerry started unbuttoning Liz's blouse. She looked guilty, but she didn't stop him. He drew her blouse off and quickly removed her bra. Her tits were kind of small but very firm and pretty. Jerry cupped them in his big hands and started molding and squeezing them.
"Christ, I've wanted to do this for so long!" he said, his voice husky with longing.
"I've wanted you to do it," Liz admitted, "but I still feel guilty about it."
"Let's see if I can take jour mind off that!" he grinned.
He dipped his head closer, stuck out his tongue, and began licking her nipples.
Sara shivered with helpless excitement. She still wasn't sure she approved of sex, but some thing just got her aroused in spite of herself.
She watched Jerry's big red tongue lashing Liz's small rosy nipples. The soft nuts responded quickly, growing into stiff throbbing flubs.
Liz was shivering and whimpering as he worked her nipples into engorged points.
"Oh, God, you're getting me so hot!" she moaned.
Jerry didn't answer. He just did something to make her even hotter. He pushed her tits together till the stiff spit-soaked nipples met, then plunged both of them into his mouth. He sucked noisily and greedily on the juicy nubs and Liz moaned hoarsely. Her face got pink with horniness.
"Oh, God, ohhhhh!" she moaned. Sara felt a hot burst of juice from her cunt. She avoided herself, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about the growing excitement in her pussy. Was she some kind of pervert? She only knew that she got very turned on by spying on people making love.
Well, all she had to do was close the door. But she couldn't bear to do that. She didn't want to miss a moment of the action. She knew the facts of life, of course, having been to college, but she didn't know what real fucking was like, and she was dying to find out.
Jerry sucked Liz's stiff nipples till the pretty blonde was whimpering and shaking with arousal. Then he unzipped her skirt and drew it off, laying it carefully over a chair. While he was doing that, Liz seemed to recover her senses.
"Oh, no, Jerry!" she gasped. "I'm not going to do that. I couldn't! At least not here!"
"Do what?" Jerry leered.
Liz blushed hotly and said, "I-I'm not going to go all the way with you."
"Why, honey, I never said I was going to do that," Jerry answered with a smile. "I just wanta show you what fun we could have together. I won't do anything you object to."
He stood there ogling Liz, who was now wearing just a flimsy pair of pink lace panties. She had a terrific body for a woman in her thirties. Sara noticed that Jerry had a big bulge at his fly, and she really couldn't blame him.
"What did you have in mind, Jerry?" Liz asked warily.
"I just wanta eat you a little!" he growled. Before she could answer, he was crawling between her legs. He pushed them wide apart, forcing her to bend them at the knees. Her luscious-looking pink cunt – she was fully exposed, wet flesh glistening between delicate fringes of blonde curls.
"This is something else I've been wanting to do for a long time!" he rasped.
His tongue shot out, and Liz shuddered and cried out, "Ohhhhhh, God – ummnhhhhhh!"
Sara barely stifled a cry of her own. She imagined a man's big hot tongue lashing all over her swollen slit, and she knew it would feel fantastically good. Her own fingers felt good enough, but that slippery wet tongue would feel a thousand times better.
In spite of her vow to keep cool, she couldn't help envying Liz. She couldn't stop the molten flood of cream that gushed from her cunt and soaked her panties. Jerry was whipping his big red tongue noisily and greedily all over Liz's molten-hot pussy, making her whimper and sob with pleasure.
"Unnnnhhhbhh, honey, I love that so much!" she moaned.
"Doesn't your husband do it for you?" Jerry asked.
"Not any more," Liz sighed. "I guess the excitement's gone out of our sex life. We don't feel real inspired."
"Neither do we," Jerry said. "My wife's hardly interested. She won't let me do this to her any more."
"She's crazy!" Liz moaned.
Jerry chuckled and went back to licking her pussy. He lathered every inch of her rosy cuntgash with his hot spit, snaking his tongue into all the steamy folds and crannies. Liz's head lolled back, and she gurgled in bliss.
"Oh, damnit, I can't help it," she sighed. "I just can't get enough of this."
"That's what I was hoping," Jerry chuckled. "Let's face it, honey. We love our spouses, but we need a little adventure. We can give each other a terrific adventure."
Jerry should have been a salesman, Sara thought. He certainly was selling Liz on his proposition. But Sara would have been sold, too, if he was licking her pussy like that. She knew she couldn't have resisted it.
Now Jerry zeroed in on the most sensitive spot of all, Liz's swollen, hooded clit.
He used the stiff tip of his tongue to lash the little nub, and Liz clawed the couch and gurgled in ecstasy. Thick hot cream poured from her cunt and dribbled down the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhhh, honey, yessss!" she moaned. "I love that, don't stop!"
"I won't stop," Jerry panted. "I'll wake it even better."
He rapidly rimmed the shaft of her clit with his stiff tongue-tip, and she sobbed with pleasure. Sara was creaming heavily and helplessly as she watched. Damnit, she couldn't help it – she wanted a man to do that to her.
Was Joe Rogers the man? She imagined him rimming her clit with his big hot tongue, and she almost moaned with longing. He wanted her, all right. He'd made that clear. But she was afraid of the powerfully built maintenance man.
Her lust was at fever pitch when Jerry jammed his lips down around Liz's clit and started sucking her off. Liz began to whimper shrilly, and Sara whimpered, too. She knew she couldn't be heard over Liz's noise.
"Oooooooh, yessss, suck meeeeee!" Liz squealed.
Sara was shaking with need. She would have given anything just then to trade places with Liz. No man had ever gone down on her, but, it wasn't hard to imagine how terrific it would feel. She felt her hot pussy-cream soaking through her panties and running down her thighs.
"Unnnnhhh, God, I'm cominggggggg!" Liz sobbed.
Her slim body bucked and convulsed, and she splattered Jerry's face with her spurting come juice. He went right on sucking, her clit till she went limp. Then he made his tongue long and stiff and crammed it deep and hard into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh, God!" Liz wailed.
Jerry was fucking her with his tongue. It was obscene, indecent – and very exciting. Sara watched pop-eyed, following the up-and-down movements of his gleaming red tongue as it crammed and reamed Liz's hot cunt.
"I love it, I love it!" Liz gurgled.
Sara knew she would have loved it, too. She was almost whimpering with need as she watched Jerry tongue-fucking the moaning teacher. Liz arched her body, taking his pistoning tongue as deep as she could get it. She closed her eyes tight and bared her teeth.
"Yes, yes, I'm almost there!" she moaned. Jerry tongue-fucked her even harder. Sara could hear the lewd sucking noise his tongue was making. She creamed uncontrollably. Her pussy was on tire. She fought the urge to play with herself.
Once again, she'd have to wait till she got home to masturbate. It was too risky to do it here.
"Ohhhh, yessss – whaaaahhhhh!" Liz screamed.
She was coming very hard, and Jerry made her orgasm even more intense by tonguing her steadily through it. When she finally went limp, he stood up, wiped her come from his face, and then dropped his pants and shorts.
His enormous thick cock was stiff as steel, and both women gawked at it.
"Okay, honey," he said to Liz. "I got you off. Now how about taking care of me?"