He unbuttoned his overalls and slipped them off.
Naked, he began to creep down the aisle, coming up behind the girl, drawn to Jennifer's ass like an iron filing to a magnet. And his cock was as hard as any iron filing. Claude's body was skinny, and his prick was out of all proportion to his scrawny torso. His cock looked like it had been grafted on as an after-thought or fitted as a retread – a slender man fitted with the prick of an elephant. His massive prick towered before him, thrusting toward the ceiling. He was bending over from the waist. His cock head almost brushed him under the chin. He kept his eyes glued on the wonderful sight of Jennifer's shapely ass.
She never heard him.
A herd of horses could have thundered down that row of bookshelves without breaking the girl's concentration now, for her hopes were about to be realized.
Julia Childress was going to suck Hammond's prick.
Jennifer bunched her fingers up, ready to emulate the act.
Claude crept ever closer, he came right up behind the unsuspecting teenager.
The shadow of his prick fell over her ass like the pointer of a sundial – a sundial calculating the remaining moments of Jennifer's innocence.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Miss Childress was perched on the edge of the desk, in the same position she had been in when Hammond had knelt between her legs and gobbled her pussy, but she was leaning forward now, her back bowed instead of being arched as it had been. She continued to gaze appreciatively at the gym teacher's athletic prick. There was a definitely hungry look in her face.
Hammond moved a step closer, his prick so long that he looked like a pole-vaulter about to compete. The librarian was sliding her cardigan down over her shoulders. Then she began to unbutton her high-necked blouse. When she opened it, the transformation was similar to that when she lifted her dress, for she wore no bra under the plain blouse. Her tits were perfectly round, meeting in a line of deep cleavage and capped by hard, pointed tips. It was evident that the librarian wore those plain cardigans to conceal the stiff peaks of her nipples just as her tweedy skirts hid her garter belt, and now she had removed the garments as she prepared to give head.
Miss Childress was an enthusiastic cock-sucker, and she drooled and dribbled heavily and often a prick would overflow her mouth, as well, and she hated to get cum stains on her prim, respectable clothing. She was quite fastidious about that, and she had even been known to tuck a table napkin under her chin before sucking a man off. She was not, however, at all fastidious about what she put in her mouth and the fact that Hammond's giant prick had recently been delving in her bowels did not faze her in the slightest. In fact, she had always thought that a cock was even tastier if it had been well basted in female juices and spices and sauces. She loved, for instance, to blow married men who had fucked their wives or buggered them and had not had a bath since.
She leaned forward again.
Her plump titties bobbed up and down, and the tips stood out like fleshy bullets ready to be fired.
There was a look of welcome in her gleaming eyes and her lips had pursed up, forming a kissing motion.
Hammond moved in.
His mighty cock loomed over her tits. The head, already coated with the juices of their previous encounter, had started to ooze juice again. Thick, glistening drops of cum bubbled from the cleft and trickled down the huge shaft.
She eyed his cock happily.
She opened her mouth slightly, as if to let the man get a look at what he would soon be getting his prick into. She was salivating like a Pavlovian dog now. Her tongue slid back and forth. She felt a real, physical hunger for Hammond's delicious cock and yet she wasn't going to gobble it up, for she loved the preliminaries as well.
Miss Childress approached the sucking of a prick as she would have a feast, a banquet that bad been tastefully laid out before her, appreciating the appetizers before she moved on to the main course. She thoroughly enjoyed lingering over the meat dish before she swallowed down the creamy dessert.
She reached up and cupped his balls, gently lifting, as if gauging the weight of the cum load they held.
Her other hand folded around the root of his prick.
She drew him closer, but at the last minute dipped his cock down, tapping his dripping cock head against her nipples, each in turn. When she released his prick his cock snapped upright. Creamy drops of jism coated both of her nipples.
Her chin touched her breastbone as she looked down at her cum-smeared tits. Then she cupped her tits in both her hands and lifted her fat tit-mounds toward her face.
She began licking the spunk from her tit tips.
"Ummm – yummy," she purred.
Hammond was greatly inspired by the sight of her tongue sliding over her nipples and by seeing his cum on her tongue. His mighty prick began to pound like a jackhammer.
The librarian raised her face, smiling, then leaned out and began to work on him.
She started at his balls.
Her tongue curled and coiled all over the bloated sac, stirring the hard nuts inside the loose, hairy bag. She lifted his balls and licked the underside. Ball meat had a distinctive flavor, subtly different from cock meat. It whetted her appetite.
She pushed her tongue out and flattened it and drew it all the way up from the hilt to the head of his prick with long, moist slurps. Saliva flowed down his prick. Then she repeated it, with her tongue criss-crossing as it moved up the underside of his prick, tracing along the path of the throbbing vein.
She was purring like a cat at a cream bowl. Hammond had begun to groan with the sensation.
Lapping up to his cock-cream, she concentrated for a long time on the ultra-sensitive area where the head flared out from the shaft and the fat vein spread into a delta on the underside of his knob. She kissed it and licked it.
His cock head was expanding and turning a darker hue.
Cum dribbled out and slid down, some of it running into the corner of her mouth. She lapped a few drops up and let them slip over her taste buds, savoring the delectable flavor for a moment, then drank them down greedily. Like fine aged cognac, the cum heated her belly as it went down.
She shifted a bit higher and began to tongue the head of his prick now, laying it thoroughly, licking all over the fat, bloated cock meat and pushing the tip of her tongue right up his wet, parted piss hole, as more spunk bubbled from it.
Each time she had polished his cock-knob to a luster, another trickle of jism poured out to soak it again. But this was only preliminary stuff. She knew from experience that Hammond could hold back and prolong his orgasm for a long time and that she would be able to enjoy sucking his cock for ages before she got a load to drink – a real load, so much more wholesome and nourishing than the first drops.
Hammond swayed back and forth near her, mesmerized by the delights of her nimble tongue.
Jennifer gasped silently as she watched Miss Childress' skillful tongue lave all over the delicious-looking slab of cock head, wishing that she had a cock of her very own to tongue.
And, not realizing that a giant cock, at that very moment, was rearing up behind her, biding its time. For Miss Childress, it was time to start sucking.
Licking was all well and good, but for true satisfaction a girl had to take it right into her mouth and milk it dry. The lewd librarian kissed the very tip of Hammond's bloated cock and then let her lips part, slowly feeding the meat into her mouth. She took his cock head in, and her lips closed behind it, collaring his stalk.
She took her first slow suck.
Her cheeks drew in, hollowing, as her lips pulled.
"Ummm," she sighed ecstatically as she savored that delicious mouthful of hot cock meat. The sound was muffled on his prick. She sucked again. Her tongue was still working, but inside her mouth now, laying and sweeping back and forth against the underside of his dripping cock head. Her lips slurped. She still had only the cock head in her mouth and the thick stalk stood out between them. It was angled upwards into her face and her saliva began to run down the cock shaft toward his balls.