Jennifer could hear her cunt squish.
Jennifer's own cunt echoed the moist sounds as her four fingers, bunched together, slipped in and out.
Hammond's prick was slurping as it slid in. Then he pulled his prick out of the librarian's cunt.
"No-no-don't stop!" she wailed.
Jennifer figured that his cock had slipped out by mistake, putting too much effort into the backstroke, and that he would bury it again immediately, but the gym teacher had other thoughts in mind. He was still gripping her by the cheeks of her ass, spreading her ass globes apart. Her taut brown asshole was fully exposed. He raised up a few inches and, when he thrust again, the head of his cock nestled into her asshole.
Jennifer expected the librarian to scream. Surely no asshole could accommodate a cock of that size!
But Miss Childress whimpered and pushed her ass back against his mighty cock.
Hammond began to slowly force his meat up her asshole. The flaring cock-knob worked in, widening her asshole, preparing her shit chute for the full load of his prick. Miss Childress was pumping against him, helping him to work it up her shit chute. His ass corkscrewed. His hands tightened on her hip bones and he dragged her back toward him, pulling her asshole onto his cock. Millimeter by millimeter, he slid his cock up into her bowels.
Then he was buried once more, and Miss Childress was moaning with the pleasure of having an ass full of huge prick.
The fascinated girl was still finger fucking herself vigorously. Now she moved her free hand behind herself and began to push her middle finger up into her asshole. This was a new idea for her. She had often thought of taking a prick in the cunt or in the mouth, but she had never considered taking one up the ass. Now, seeing how much Miss Childress was enjoying that rear-end load, Jennifer found a new fantasy. Her finger slipped up easily enough. She could feel her other fingers, through the slender membrane, as she stirred them up her pussy.
She was so hot she felt numb.
She couldn't tell if she were coming again or not.
She was just hovering at heights of desire, with the thrill pulsing steadily, as if waiting to time her orgasm to coincide with Hammond and Miss Childress.
The gym teacher was stroking in and out of the librarian's asshole now, buggering her with long, slow lunges. When he pulled out, her asshole dragged on his cock. It seemed he might turn her inside out, like an inverted glove. And when he shoved it in, his cock was so long that he must fill her belly with it. Jennifer, in awe, would not have been surprised had she seen the head of his prick come pushing out of Miss Childress' mouth.
Then Hammond began to switch holes.
He shoved it up her ass, then he shoved it up her cunt, giving each hole a single slow stroke.
Both of the librarian's holes were slippery and spread open now, and there was no resistance in either one. His massive cock meat went in fluidly. He continued to alternate. He was prolonging the act by switching holes, not falling into the steady rhythm that would bring him off, but giving his prick a chance to cool down each time he removed it from her body, long enough to redirect the next thrust.
His cock was dripping with cunt juice as it went into her ass and sailed from her bowels as it went up her cunt.
Miss Childress' loins were thrashing about in frenzy, and she was moaning and panting and crying out in joy.
Jennifer wondered which of the librarian's holes would receive the gym teacher's jism, when he finally shot his wad.
That exquisite moment was drawing near now.
Although he was doing his best to delay and prolong it, Hammond was nearing the peak, fucking faster and harder.
Miss Childress cried out. She was coming again. She wanted him to come with her, to feel his jism hose her as she creamed. Hammond grunted and slammed his cock up her cunt. He ground it in to the roots, stirring her pussy. He had stopped switching holes now.
He began to concentrate on her cunt, pouring the prick in with gusto.
"Oh-oh-ah!" the librarian wailed.
"Now!" Hammond groaned. "Take it, baby!"
His cum shot into her cunt in a silver streak. He poured geyser after geyser into her, and her cunt juice blended with it. The mingled juices sprayed out as his big prick stuffed her to the brim, soaking her crotch and his belly.
"Come – come – come!"
Miss Childress was gasping for cum. And even as she pleaded for the stuff, Hammond was pouring it into her, filling her cunt up with a deluge of jism. His balls seemed bottomless, his orgasm endless. He was squirting it up her, hosing her with it, flooding her with load after load. The slimy jism burst out in ropes and coils and jets.
His powerful body was shaking now, as every bit of his vitality, all of his energy, rushed out through his prick. She responded with equal vitality. Each time he shot another dose into her, a wave of cunt juice gushed out to meet it. Her ass flew wildly up and down. His belly whacked against her ass as he rammed the meat home.
Hammond pounded his orgasm out to the last dregs. He emptied his cock and balls into her.
Then he held rigid while Miss Childress continued to squirm on his cock, working her own climax off to the last rippling spasms and the final juicy flow.
At last she, too, stopped moving.
Hammond leaned on the desk for support.
His muscular legs were quivering and limp, his body seemed drained, as if he had spent all of his life force into her cunt, as if he had shaken his skeleton apart and blew his brains out through his prick. But that big prick was still stuck all the way up her pussy.
They both smiled contentedly.
Jennifer, busily finger fucking her cunt and still working one finger into her tight asshole, continued to gaze at the couple on the desk. Jennifer was coming now – a multiple orgasm, one peak rushing through her as soon as the one before had passed.
Hammond's balls had diminished slightly, but they were still swollen. Was there more cum to come? Was his lovely cock still hot and hard inside Miss Childress' cunt?
Jennifer sure hoped so. She hoped they would fuck again. It was so much fun to watch.
But Jennifer would have been startled had she known that she, too, was under keen observation at that very moment.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jennifer Hastings was not the first person to discover that the library, was a convenient place in which to masturbate, and to play the voyeur. The school janitor had also been known to spill his seed among the book-shelves. His name was Claude Plunkett and he was forty years old. He was not, and never had been, married and so he had to pull his prick by hand with great regularity. Most of the time he whacked off in his broom closet or in the basement, behind the furnace, but recently he had found that the library was also a handy place.
He had keys, of course.
There was a small door at the back, never used by any students or staff, and it was through that door that Claude jerked his hard-on when he was feeling the need to empty his balls.
Claude was not a literary fellow. Normally he had little interest in books, but they were okay to shoot on, which he did. But then he had made an interesting discovery. He had removed a volume from the shelf to mop away his cum from the spine, and it had fallen open at a spicy passage. Claude took an interest in such things.
After that, he had searched out some of the naughty books that had lurked secretly on those back shelves through the years. He liked to browse through a provocative passage or, better yet, gaze at a suggestive picture, while he stroked his cock.
He had been doing this, off and on, for some time.
Claude was a small, skinny guy with straw colored hair and a crooked mouth. He was not handsome and he was not personable and so his love life had never blossomed. He'd only fucked a couple women in his whole life, and they had both been uglier than he was. But Claude did have a secret charm. If more girls had known about it, the janitor would undoubtedly have fared better in matters of love.