Claude renewed his grip on her hips and pulled back.
At first, the action failed. The fit was too snug. When he tried to draw his prick out of her on the backstroke, her asshole was dragged back on his meat, as if they had fused into one piece. Her loins were stuck fast on his cock, shifting with it.
But then her asshole loosened another degree.
His fat cock came pulling out of her. He drew back until only the tip remained lodged in her asshole, paused, then slid the whole thick prick back into her bowels.
Jennifer wailed with joy.
She began to meet him with equal energy, her ass dancing wildly, her haunches trembling, her hips rotating as she wound her asshole around on his plunging prick. He humped faster and faster as her asshole lubricated itself, easing the passage. His prick hissed in and out, and her asshole clamped to it, massaging, sucking, pulling on the hot meat. His balls swung in and out, whacking her cunt as they looped in under his thrusting prick. The sound of his lean belly slapping against her arched ass echoed through the library.
He fed the prick to her from all angles. He corkscrewed straight in, then poured a low, under-slung stroke up her, then wedged in from this side and that, battering, plowing, banging, fucking faster all the time as the thrill built up in both of them. He was feeding the phallic fuel to the fiery furnace of her bowels, shoveling it in furiously. He had started to whimper and moan, the sounds of his passion mingling with the steady wailing coming from the ass-stuffed teenager.
Jennifer was driven forward under the force of that steady coupling, crawling ahead on all fours as his mighty prick filled her ass. She was pushing her ass back to meet his strokes, wanting his meat buried to the root with every thrust, but despite that, she was being slowly propelled down the aisle.
Her tits swayed under her like ripe, plump, juicy fruit ready to be plucked from the vine. Her head bobbed up and down.
As Claude's cock pushed in, it tilted her ass up into the air and the girl's head went down so that, looking past her own swinging titties, she was watching him pour the prick to her. Then, as he drew out, her asshole sucked on his retreating cock so that her haunches were dragged down with him and her head rose up, in turn.
And it was as Claude pulled back and Jennifer's head came up that she noticed Miss Childress watching them.
Miss Childress had been peering around the corner of the bookshelves, enjoying the sight, but wishing that she were positioned at the other end of the aisle, so that she could watch the janitor's prick going in and out. Still, it was lovely to see the pretty teenager's face, contorted by passion, as she got ass-fucked and it was mouth watering to see those fat tits swinging under her as she crawled slowly down the aisle.
Miss Childress realized that Jennifer had seen her even before Jennifer realized what she had seen.
It took a moment and two strokes before the sight that her eyes were focusing on registered on her brain.
Claude ground his prick in.
Jennifer's head went down.
He pulled out of her dragging asshole until only his cock head was stuck up her and her head came up and she saw Miss Childress' excited face again and gasped.
My God! The librarian was watching them! She was taking it up the ass under observation!
Basically a shy and timid girl, Jennifer blushed furiously.
But there was nothing she could do about it now. The damage was done, and she could not expect – nor did she want – the janitor to stop fucking until he had emptied his big cock and swollen balls into her hot bowels. And it could have been worse, lots worse. The librarian, after all, was no prude. Jennifer had recently been watching her suck and fuck and bugger, and turn-about was fair play. Nor was the librarian at all scandalized by the fact that her library was being used for ass-fucking – that was evident from the expression on her face.
Jennifer, ashamed of herself despite the justification, tried to keep her head down. Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, the girl felt that it would be less shameful if she did not return the librarian's gaze.
But it was impossible.
As Claude's mighty cock dragged out on the backstroke, her ass was pulled down and she simply had to lift her head to counterbalance her weight and keep his prick from slipping out.
The next time she looked ahead, Miss Childress had given up her attempt at secrecy. She had also removed her tweed skirt. Jennifer's gaze rose slowly up. She saw a smooth, open arch. That arch was formed by Miss Childress' legs, as she stood naked in the aisle, her fists on her hips, her thighs parted, her belly and crotch thrust out. The librarian had, without realizing it, assumed the same posture that the showgirl had taken on that memorable occasion in the bathroom when she had demanded that Miss Childress suck her cunt.
The librarian's gaze was challenging and welcoming.
Jennifer found herself staring in fascination at that juicy cunt that had been thrust out before her.
Jennifer was no lesbian.
Why, then, did that cunt look so tasty?
But the girl had no time to speculate on that strange fact, at the moment, because the janitor had fallen into the savage strokes that heralded his climax. He was clinging to her haunches, plastered to her ass, mounted on her like a jockey as he fucked his cock into her bowels. He, too, had seen Miss Childress step out in front of them, but at that frenzied moment he could concentrate on nothing but the sweet asshole into which he was about to squirt his cum.
Jennifer squirmed wildly under his strokes, wanting to scream when he did. She wasn't sure if she would, however. Her cunt and clitoris were not receiving any attention. She considered using her hand to bring herself off, timing her climax to coincide with Claude's, but she didn't really went to do that. She could frig herself off anytime. Now she wanted to see if she could manage to come with her cunt empty simply because she felt a hot geyser of jism flood her bowels. If not, she could come later, one way or the other or – well, there was something about the gleam in the librarian's eye that gave the girl the idea that maybe she might get her pussy attended to in a way she hadn't imagined before.
They had crawled almost up to Miss Childress' widespread feet and, as Jennifer's head bobbed up, her face was almost in the woman'scrotch. She could feel the fiery heat of that juicy snatch wafting over her face. If Claude had humped her one step farther, Jennifer might well have found herself with a mouthful of cunt without even intending it. But now the horny janitor was about to blow his wad, and he gripped the girl tightly, holding her ass steady as he poured his last thundering strokes into her ass.
"Gonna come, girl!" he rasped. "Gonna fill your sweet little ass with hot spunk!"
"Ooooh! Do it," cried Jennifer.
Claude howled like a beast in torment and slammed in hard. Jennifer gasped as she felt his thick jism gush into her ass, stream after stream of the stuff. She knew from drinking it how much cum his big balls held, and now she was getting as much up her asshole as she had gotten in her mouth. He fucked in and the stuff poured out. Jennifer was awash with it. If cum were lighter than air, she would have floated, ass-first, right up to the ceiling.
Her head continued to bob up and down. Her face was still right in front of Miss Childress' creamy cunt.
Claude fucked his cock into her again and again, until at last his balls had been drained. Then he slumped over her, clinging to her flooded ass like a shipwrecked sailor to flotsam.
Jennifer was so hot that she couldn't tell if she had come or not. She might have. A great thrill had rushed through her when she felt his cum fill her bowels. And yet, if she had had an orgasm, it had not been very effective because she was as hot as ever.