David Crane - Schoolgirl peeper

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.

Hammond balanced on his toes, agile and lithe. He placed his hands on either side of her face. He began to slowly push his prick in and out, fucking her mouth now. She relished the mouthful. He went in deeper. His cock head lodged in the entrance to her throat, then slipped right down her gullet. As he drew back, she sucked adoringly every precious inch of his cock, then worked with relish on the knob.

"Ummmm," she sighed as he fed the cock to her. Then she gasped as it stuck in her throat.

Then he drew his cock slowly out.

Miss Childress had gone suck crazy now.

Her lips pulled and her cheeks dragged and her tongue had folded into a moist bridge over which his prick slid as it rippled far back into her throat. He had started to flow heavily now. The tasty juice was filling her mouth, coating her tongue and pooling up in her cheeks and trickling down her throat.

He wasn't coming yet, but the flow was getting heavier and thicker and she knew it would not be long before she was drinking from a meat hose.

A little jet of jism spurted into her cheek. A sold nugget hit the roof of her mouth and hung suspended there. The more she drank, the thirstier she was becoming and, although she was truly savoring the meaty mouthful, Miss Childress began to yearn for his ejaculation.

"Come," she panted, right onto his cock head. "Come for me – come in me! Oh, shoot in my mouth, darling! I want to drink all of your thick, hot jizz!"

Hammond groaned.

He began to fuck her face harder and faster now, holding her head steady between his big hands and pouring the prick in with gusto. Her face bobbed up and down, taking all of his cock willingly. Her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair and her chin brushed his balls as every inch of his long, thick cock vanished down her gullet, then her lips pulled as he drew back.

"Here it comes, baby!" he gasped.

"Ummm-ummm-ummm!" she whimpered eagerly.

He pushed in, and the head of his cock exploded in a mighty cascade of thick cum. The first spurt doused her throat and white washed her gullet. He drew back and plunged in fast, just in time to shoot the second great geyser on the in-stroke.

Miss Childress was swallowing as fast as she could, but there was too much of the sticky slime to drink it all at once. It overflowed her sucking lips and ran down her chin. Thick globs of it dropped from her jaw and splattered on her heaving tits. He was coming steadily, shooting as he withdrew as well as when he pushed in, and she was sucking the sweet jism out of him joyfully.

She didn't think she had ever had a man shoot quite that much jism into her mouth before and what a treat it was. When Miss Childress drank cum, she wanted a whole lot of it to drink.

Her lips dragged up his stalk and as his thick rod came out of her mouth, a creamy wash of saliva and spunk poured down in a foaming cascade. Pulling up to the top of his prick, she sucked adoringly en the spurting knob, then bobbed back down again, feeding all of that massive prick back into her mouth.

At long last his balls were empty. A last trickle of cum oozed from his cock head and dribbled down onto her flashing tongue.

Miss Childress kept sucking to make sure that she had milked out every precious drop. She could feel his cock begin to soften in her mouth and it was no longer as hot. After a while she drew her lips off the big slab of purple meat, and, sitting back, looked at it wistfully. She could have swallowed a few more spurts of spunk, too. But that was pure greed, she realized. No girl could fairly ask for a nicer mouthful than what the gym teacher had just treated her to.

His cock was still rigid, but instead of angling upwards in front of his body it had sagged down from the root, so that it stuck straight out from his groin, parallel with the floor. It twitched and sagged another degree. The cock-knob was no longer a bright purple but had faded to a lavender hue, the fat vein no longer pulsated, the stalk no longer throbbed and his balls seemed to have shrunk.

Miss Childress had to realize that she was not going to get another load out of that particular prick for the moment. She leaned forward again and began to use her nimble tongue to gather up the streaks of jism that had run down his shaft and to lap up the slippery stuff of his balls. When she had tongued him to a luster and not a single drop of spunk remained on his meat rack, she sat back and licked her lips. Then she scooped up the thick puddles of cum that had fallen onto her tits and lapped that, too, up from her palms.

She regarded Hammond as she slurped up his spunk to see how this affected him.

His cock did twitch at the sight.

But his prick did not rise again. It was still sagging down and the tip was pointed at the floor now. Even in this state, it was an impressive hunk of meat that sprouted from Mark Hammond's loin. It coiled out in a wide parabola, arching in a fat curve down his thigh, a truly mouth-watering and cunt melting sight.

"Well, I'd better be off, now," he said.

He seemed to feel a bit sheepish about his wick collapsing after only two ejaculations – even though he had blown more spunk out in those two dynamic eruptions than a normal man would spill in a month.

"I've got another gym class." He grinned and began to gather up his clothing.

Miss Childress sat there, mouth open and legs open, knowing she was being greedy for wanting more. Hammond moved to the door. He looked back, eyebrows lifted.

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Same time, same place," said Miss Childress.

"I'll be here," the gym teacher said, and he went out.

And so will I! Jennifer thought, delighted to know that she would be able to spy on them again the every next day, already looking forward to another session. Jennifer had become confirmed voyeur with her very first experience at the watching game.

She wished that some other teacher would come to see Miss Childress right now.

She was wishing that there was some way she could sneak into the gym and get a look at Mark Hammond and his whole class of lusty young men, naked in the showers, big pricks swinging.

She began to finger her cunt again.

Then Claude the janitor made his presence known…

Claude had been leaning right over Jennifer, looking over her shoulder and enjoying the sight of Miss Childress giving head to Mark Hammond. His prick had actually been in contact with the red-headed teenager, laid across her up-thrust ass, but the girl was so hot, so thrilled by what she was watching – and so absolutely unaware of another person's presence behind her – that she had not realized there was a cock pressed to her ass.

Now Claude shifted.

His big prick burrowed into the crack between the cheeks of the girl's juicy ass. It wasn't pointing up her asshole yet, but simply snuggling along the crevice, his balls in her creamy crotch and his cock-knob jutting out over the small of her back.