David Crane Schoolgirl peeper
CHAPTER ONE
Jennifer Hastings found it difficult to get through the day without playing with her pussy at least once. She was a very horny young lady, and it was rather surprising that she was still a virgin – but her cherry had only been preserved by the diligent manual attention that she paid to her crotch. No boy had even got her alone when she was too hot to turn him down, mainly because she always frigged herself off before she went out on a date. She had started masturbating in junior high, discovering the pleasures of self-stimulation almost, but not quite, by accident. She was amazed when the thrill of a climax came racing across her nubile loins; it had been so wonderful that as soon as she stopped panting, she did it all over again.
After that, she played with her pussy two or three times a week, at first, but as she grew older and hornier, she began to frig herself with greater regularity. By the time she was a sophomore, she was doing it every day and by the following year, she had commenced a twice-a-day routine.
She would do it first thing in the morning, while she was still groggy with sleep and the act had a dreamlike quality that she found pleasant, and would do it as the last thing at night, enjoying a long and leisurely hand-job as she drifted towards slumber. Sometimes she fell asleep before she came, but she didn't mind that – it was handy to wake up and discover that her hands were already cupped over her cunt, all ready to start frigging again.
Her cunt was exceptionally creamy.
When she came, cunt juice dripped from her fingers and trickled down into the crack of her ass and soaked the insides of her smooth thighs. She was not a particularly vain or conceited girl, but she was not given to false modesty, either, and she knew full well that she was possessed of a cunt of quality.
Some young man was going to strike it lucky.
The rest of Jennifer was nice, too. She was a tawny redhead, tall and nubile. Her waist was tiny, and her hips flared out in carnal contours that made men think of the treasure that lay between them. Her ass was full, shaped like a teardrop, firm and well packed, and her tits were large and thrusting.
She wore her red hair in a sweeping frame around her face and, with her high cheekbones and slightly slanted green eyes, she looked like a lioness, ready to gobble up unsuspecting prey. Those tilted eyes were green as jade and her mouth was wide and sensual.
As much as Jennifer frigged herself off, the sexy girl had inspired even more masturbation among her admirers.
Ninety percent of the boys in her class at school had, at one time or another, pulled their pricks while they thought about Jennifer Hastings in various ways, according to their tastes. They thought of that well-packed ass that seemed designed specifically to grind a man to a frazzle between her thighs and of those thighs, which had been formed so perfectly to act as hooks as they drew a man between them. They imagined how her tits would look, bared, as they industriously beat their meats and, the more depraved, or imaginative, or experienced ones, often fantasized about those sensual lips covering the heads of their pricks.
Not only young men were inspired by Jennifer!
Every one of the male teachers below the age of sixty-five had been turned on by the gorgeous redhead. The single ones had whacked off with as much gusto as the students, and the married ones had all fucked their wives with their eyes closed, while they made believe that they were pouring the prick to Jennifer.
The janitor, a crude and loutish fellow, frequently retired to his broom closet where he beat off while he imagined he was sliding his cock up her asshole.
Even the female teachers were not immune to Jennifer's charms, and the gym teacher in particular missed no opportunity to look at the redhead in the locker room or in the showers, after which she usually fucked herself silly with a big rubber dick and wished that she had a real prick of her very own to use on Jennifer.
Gallons of jism had been spilled over thoughts of Jennifer.
None had yet been spilled into her.
She was obviously not frigid, and she was certainly not without opportunity but somehow she had never been fucked. She wondered why that was. This was the age of permissiveness. She had no particular desire to save her cherry for marriage. In fact, she knew that she would be glad to be rid of the damned thing because, once she had been fucked for the first time, she knew she would be more relaxed and less inhibited and could fuck any guy she wanted to fuck.
But somehow it had not yet happened.
The time and the place and the man had not yet worked out just right for her. If she had time, they were not alone. If she found herself with time and privacy, she didn't fancy the man. If she was about to yield, something interrupted them.
Soon she would be fucked.
She had never sucked a prick, either.
But, horny young lady that she was, she had thought about it and found the idea attractive.
Soon she would do that, too.
She had been felt up by a few young men and finger fucked by a couple and had certainly enjoyed having hands fondle her body, coming at the touch of her clit or the caress of a taut nipple.
She had jacked off one lucky fellow in his car at a drive-in movie. What a thrill it had been to feel his hot cock throb in her hand as she slowly pulled it up and down, and then to see the creamy blossom of his jism erupt from the knob! But, of course, it had made her wonder what that stout prick might feel like if it were stuffed up her cunt or taste like in her mouth. If only the young man had asked her to, Jennifer would have gladly taken his cock into her mouth and let him shoot that lovely stuff there, or she would have spread her sleek thighs and taken it up her cunt for the first time.
But he hadn't asked.
He had been enjoying the hand-job so much that he hadn't looked beyond it or realized that Jennifer was willing to go further, and Jennifer did not think it seemly for a girl to pop a prick into her mouth without an invitation, or to ask a man to up it in her pussy without having him coax her first.
It was the young man's own fault, for lacking confidence and failing to see how willing Jennifer was, and the episode, although she had enjoyed it, had left her unfulfilled and frustrated.
Frustration was nothing new to her, however.
Often, Jennifer found it hard to get through the whole school day without giving herself a hand-job. She frigged off every morning and every night now, but while she was in school, it was not such a simple matter to find the privacy and solitude that a hand-job required.
The teachers were lucky, she thought.
They had staff rooms where they could go for a smoke, and, presumably, for a frig – if teachers did such things. But all a poor schoolgirl had was the lavatory. It was better than nothing and sometimes, when she could bear it no longer, she would lock herself in a cubicle and rub her cunt to a lather.
But a toilet wasn't really a comfortable place for the taking of such pleasure and those hand-jobs were more necessary and perfunctory than enjoyable. That got the job done and she got her rocks off, but not nearly as well as she did in bed. Sometimes she sat on the toilet seat, legs extended, working on her pussy with both hands, and at other times she stood up, leaning against the wall, finger fucking herself in that position, with her legs trembling under her shuddering weight.
But other girls were always coming in and, although they could not see her in the cubicle, she was always afraid that they might overhear the sounds that she made, for she was a loud masturbater. Not only did she whimper and moan and pant as the thrill built up, but her cunt was such a juicy affair that it squelched and squished as she caressed it. Such sounds were incriminating and easily identifiable by other horny young ladies.