When Jennifer had assumed that position on all fours in front of him, her taut and shapely ass thrusting up, it was only natural that Claude should think she wanted her ass stuffed full of cock. Since that was a pleasure he thought of day and night, it did not surprise him to find that the red-headed student who gave such great head and swallowed the stuff might have similar desires.
Nor did Claude consider that ass-fucking was a perversion, because of the way he had been introduced to it – fucking his sister up the shit chute to preserve her virginity. Perhaps Jennifer, too, was a virgin – maybe that was why she was offering her asshole now, instead of her cunt. Relatively without experience, Claude thought that proper cunt-fucking always took place in the missionary position, the girl on her back with her legs spread, the man mounted upon her loins. Had he thought of, say, doggy-style fucking, it was likely that he would have considered it deviant behavior. So, to Claude, sticking his prick in an asshole or a mouth was relatively chaste. And how he had enjoyed that blow job! The girl was an oral artist. She was even prettier than his sister and the sight of his fat cock sliding in and out of her mouth had thrilled him almost as much as the physical sensation of that sucking. And her ass was as shapely as an ass could get!
He knelt behind that delightful ass.
His prick, despite having been milked to the bone a minute before, was so taut that it was humming like a tuning fork and the tip was beginning to drip again. But he paused, gazing in rapture at Jennifer's ass, enjoying the anticipation for a moment.
Jennifer wondered why a prick had not been thrust up her cunt, and she looked back over her shoulder, smiling, encouraging the janitor to slap the meat to her.
But when she saw his contorted, lust-crazed face, she turned her own face to the front again. She had forgotten that the object in taking it from behind was to avoid the necessity of looking at the hideous fellow, to be able to pretend that there was a more handsome man on the other end of that big cock. She was not unreasonable and knew that a girl shouldn't expect everything, however, and she was thinking that an ugly man with a huge, cum-filled pecker was better than a handsome man with a small or empty meat rack would be.
Yes, Jennifer was quite prepared and perfectly happy to let the janitor put the prick to her pussy.
Then she got a surprise.
Claude placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart, exposing the tight brown bud of her asshole. He thrust his pelvis out, pushing the tip of his tapering prick into that nether entrance. It was the sort of cock that was designed for wedging into a narrow hole, being painted at the tip, but Jennifer's asshole resisted and his cock nuzzled there without penetrating at first.
Jennifer thought he had made a mistake.
"You're in the wrong hole," she said, tossing her head and attempting to shift her ass higher so that his cock head would slip down into her creamy cunt.
But Claude clung to her and his hands slid around to clamp on her hipbones. He began to pull her ass back to meet him as he pushed his iron-hard prick into her asshole.
Jennifer was confused.
It dawned on her that perhaps he wasn't making a mistake, that maybe he wanted to put it up her ass.
An hour before, that idea would have revolted the virgin. But she had recently watched Miss Childress happily taking an ass full of prick and the librarian had seemed to enjoy it as much as she did a cunt full. The though of getting ass fucked still seemed very naughty to Jennifer – but it was all the more exciting because of that. She even saw certain benefits in allowing Claude to fuck her asshole instead of her cunt.
She would get the pleasure of being stuffed full of cock, and she would still be a virgin.
She could give her cherry to some handsome young man, face to face. And, too, she had sucked the janitor's cock and drank his jism surely it would not be any more wicked to take it up one end than it was the other? It might be the only chance she would ever have to find out what it felt like to get buggered. She didn't suppose that most men preferred ass to cunt and she was far too shy to ever suggest to a fellow that he try it in her bottom.
Jennifer stopped squirming.
But she was trembling now with expectation.
Now she only hoped that it would fit!
Claude pried and wedged.
He levered and corkscrewed.
Jennifer thought that it was not going to work and that be would have to switch to her pussy, but Claude was determined. The first time he had fucked his sister up the ass, it had been a tight fit and he knew that, with a deter mined effort, it would work. After all, a girl would not be fitted with a fuckable hole if that hole could not be filled. He dragged her haunches back by the hips and pushed his cock steadily out and, millimeter by millimeter, his cock head began to slip in.
It hurt a little, but not too much, and Jennifer was willing to suffer a little pain in order to have the pleasure.
Then the pain lessened as her asshole adjusted to the novelty of having a fat cock going up it. It wasn't really pain, then, it was just a warm tingle that added to the thrill, one more aspect of the sensation, another delightful dimension.
She began to help him.
She willed her sphincter muscles to relax.
She pushed her ass bask to meet his prodding prick.
Reaching back between her legs and giving her cunt a squeeze, en route she got a handful of balls and tugged, pulling his cock to her ass. She was happy to feel that handful swell and to know that the janitor's balls were filling up with another lovely load. She was wildly eager to feel that hot jism squirt into her bowels.
His sharply tapered cock-knob slipped in.
Jennifer gave a little gasp. Claude gave a grunt. Her asshole had parted to admit his pointed meat, then compressed in a tight collar around his stalk. He stopped pushing in for a moment, letting her asshole adjust to his cock, bracing his knees as he prepared to renew the anal assault.
He gazed down, looking at his thick prick, the tip buried and the wider shaft standing out between them. Jennifer was looking back, too, staring between her legs at the man's balls. She had lowered her face to the floor and her ass was at the highest point of her kneeling position.
Then he began to work the rest of his prick in.
The narrow, elongated cock-knob forged a passage, blazed a trail, opening her asshole for the thicker stalk that followed. Inch by inch he crammed the huge cock up her ass. Jennifer was panting, her ass churning, encouraging him to continue.
His cock head felt like a lump of white-hot iron sliding deeply into her bowels. His shaft was like a crowbar, levering up the taut crack of her ass.
His progress slowed as the penetration grew deeper and the widest part of his prick was pushing in, spreading, her asshole.
Then he slipped up the final inch and his prick was buried to the root in her asshole.
Jennifer wailed with joy.
His belly was tight against the slope of her up-thrust ass, and his balls were jammed into her crotch and she was full of cock! Claude held it up her all the way, making his cock muscles pulse so that his fat prick was swelling inside her. Jennifer was full and filled with the thrill. How could her asshole accommodate such a bulk. His cock-knob seemed like it was all the way up into her stomach. She wondered vaguely what effect digestive juices would have on living meat? She had an image of Claude drawing his prick out and finding it had been digested.
The big prick stirred. Now it seemed to extend beyond her belly. The girl felt like a pig, on a spit, slowly roasting over the fires of desire. He still hadn't started to hump; he was merely holding his cock all the way up her, buried to the hilt, and making the long prick pulse, the cock-knob flare.
Jennifer writhed wildly on his prick. She wanted him to start stroking, wanted to feel the friction now that she had felt the stuffing.