Chapter 1
Librarian Sandy Lewis wasn't thinking about over-due books as she gleefully finger-fucked her hot, little pussy. All she could think of was stroking her way to climax-that, and the sexy scene she was witnessing in the storeroom of the library.
Needing even more stimulation to bring her trembling to the brink of pleasure, Sandy slipped another slim finger into the wet tightness of her aching fuckhole. Impatiently, she rimmed the tight, fleshy hole with her fingers, soon coating them with the abundance of her cunt cream. She bit her lips, trying to stifle the anguished moans that threatened to give away her presence.
She could imagine the uproar that would follow the discovery of the two teenagers' weekly fucking match-as well as her own lewd vigil. Sandy sighed, aching with the need of a man-and the continuing lust she felt as she approached her twenty-first birthday.
A shy, awkward teen, Sandy had lived her world first through the romantic novels she devoured and then through her work at the library. Now, at nearly twenty-one, she still waited for her white knight to find her and fuck her every which way but loose. He would be a virile, handsome man who would see past her drab clothes, thick glasses and spinsterish hairdo and see the gorgeous wanton woman beneath. But lately, Sandy had found herself wondering if she shouldn't stop waiting for her carnal adventure to begin and perhaps do something to make it happen.
Such had been her thoughts that afternoon as she had sneaked back to the library storeroom. Right on schedule, the two homy teenagers had wandered back for their weekly rendezvous in the musty dimness of the seldom-used room.
She craned her neck, trying to get a better view of the frenzied fucking going on in the storeroom. The young man's long tongue came into view as he circled the stubby pink tip of the girl's tit and Sandy's own tits ached and quivered in response to the sight.
She used her free hand to push aside the thin fabric of her blouse. Her bra suddenly seemed too tight. As she scooped her throbbing tits from the lacy confines of her bra, Sandy breathed an almost audible sigh of relief.
Her nipples were hard, hot and aroused. Her fingers closed around one taut, throbbing tit-tip and rolled and rubbed it in the same way the young man was tongue-fondling the girl's tits. Her fingers continued their homy assault on the damp tunnel of her cunt and her heart pounded faster and faster. Her breath came in short, fast pants that would soon be heard by the rucking pair if she weren't careful.
She remembered the first time she'd caught the young couple fucking in the storeroom. They hadn't known she was there and her hungry eyes had devoured the raw force of their lusty fucking. Since then she had waited for them, sneaking back to enjoy the sight of them fucking each other so wildly.
Never having actually had a man, Sandy could only imagine the thrilling sensation of a hard, hot cock pumping deeply into her pussy. She found her slim fingers a poor substitute, but they were all she had to keep her from going crazy with unsatisfied desire. The wet, slurping sounds they made were enough to cause the sticky juice to gush from her swollen pussy.
From her position just outside the cracked door to the storeroom, Sandy was able to get a good view of the young couple. She marveled at the length of the young man's cock just before it disappeared from view into the willing mouth of the girl.
Sandy's own mouth watered as she tried to imagine just how wonderful and exciting cocksucking must be.
"Ooooohhhh," she whimpered, ever so softly. "I can't go on like this much longer."
At that point, she wasn't sure if she meant being without a man, or holding off her own orgasm.
She gulped and trembled violently as she watched the girl straddle the young man's hips and start to lower herself onto his aroused cock.
The squishy sound of their joining made Sandy moan hungrily. Her fingers worked desperately to bring pleasure to her poor, ignored body. She squeezed her tits fiercely, thrilling to the darting flickers of excitement it caused. "Mmmmm, I need it so bad," she whispered softly, her glazed eyes on the fucking couple.
The young girl pistoned her pussy onto the young man's angry-red prick. She moaned, over and over, then bounced even faster on his engorged cock, sending his meaty cock shaft plunging to the limit up her tight, young pussy. Sandy wanted so much to rush in the room and scream for him to fuck her as well. She wanted him to show her exactly what it was like to be gloriously fucked by a man instead of her own puny little fingers. Sandy timed the strokes of her finger-fucking to the raging tempo of the two young people fucking on the dusty floor of the storeroom. Her passion flamed as she listened to their moans and sighs of pleasure. Her thumb rubbed her homy clit as she pumped into her pussy. The extra pressure of her tight, aroused clit stub produced a sensation so wonderful, her knees almost buckled.
As the two young people noisily and wetly reached the crest of their passion, Sandy felt her own orgasmic tremors race throughout her trembling body. She bit her lips to keep from crying out as her pussy twitched and convulsed around her slick fingers.
After a few moments, the couple rolled apart and started to dress. Sandy quickly straightened her own clothing, pulling down her hiked-up skirt. Then she moved away to hide in a dark niche so they could pass on their way out of the back rooms of the library.
She stiffened and held her breath when she heard their voices coming close.
"Do you suppose she was here again?" the girl murmured, a smile sounding in her voice.
"Sure, she wants to get off as much as we do," the boy chuckled lewdly.
Sandy gasped, realizing she hadn't been nearly as discreet as she'd thought. Obviously the couple had known of her presence long before now. "It's too bad the only fun she can have is watching someone else fuck," the girl sighed.
"What can you expect?" the boy sneered as they passed the alcove where Sandy hid. "Boy, talk about a bow-wow." Their laughter floated back to where Sandy cringed in the tucked-away corner, her cheeks flushed bright red.
After making certain they were gone, Sandy rushed to the bathroom and stood, staring at her reflection in the wide mirror. With a sigh, she had to agree with the young man's appraisal. "A dog," she murmured glumly, in complete agreement with his assessment of her looks.
Her long, thick brown hair was pulled back tight from her face, and bunched up in a thick bun at the nape of her neck. She seldom stopped to use any make-up and it showed too clearly in the glaring light. Her glasses edged down, and she nudged them back with her finger, noting how the big, thick frames dwarfed her face and made her look like a big-eyed bug.
Her choice of clothing was just as bad. She saved every penny she could and made do with bargain-rack fashions.
Suddenly, Sandy felt an urge of spirit she hadn't even known she had. "I'll show him," she declared. "I'll show them all!"