David Crane - Schoolgirl peeper

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.

She raised her eyes up to the librarian's smiling face.

Miss Childress looked down, seeing the red head's pretty face hovering there, right in front of her crotch.

Jennifer, still slightly embarrassed, said, "I hope you don't think I do this sort of thing very often, Miss Childress."

"I enjoyed watching it," said the librarian. "You don't have to feel embarrassed, with me."

"I – I never did it before, really," Jennifer said, feeling that she simply had to explain why she had let the ugly janitor fuck her up the ass. If the librarian had caught her doing it with someone else – someone young and handsome Jennifer would not have bothered to account for her behavior, but she was sort of ashamed of getting buggered by Claude.

Miss Childress tilted an eyebrow. "Never did what, dear? Bugger or suck cock?"

"Oh! You were watching that, too, huh?"

"You were making so much noise as you mouthed his prick that I couldn't help but notice. You seemed to enjoy it, too." Miss Childress licked her lips, as if vicariously enjoying the taste of Claude's cum. "A nice hot drink on a stick," she sighed. "Yummy."

Jennifer wondered if the librarian were mocking her.

Defensively, she said, "Well, you blew the gym teacher!"

Now the librarian raised both eyebrows, surprised – but only slightly, and not at all disturbed. "So, you were spying on me, too, huh?"

"I – I didn't mean to. I'd only come here to frig myself off in peace, really, but then you came in and I looked through a gap in the bookshelf and saw – well…"

Miss Childress suddenly laughed.

"But that's what libraries are for, dear," she said.

Jennifer looked puzzled.

"Looking through books!" said the librarian.

Claude Plunkett was hauling his prick out of Jennifer's asshole. Her ass seemed reluctant to be vacated, clinging and dragging on the retracting meat. But at last he had pulled it out.

He sat back on his heels, gazing down at his prick. Both girls, too, looked speculatively at it. His first orgasm, the one he'd poured into the redhead's hungry mouth, had not diminished his cock at all, nor had it softened it. But this second creamy climax, up her ass, had reduced his potency somewhat. His cock was no longer jutting up in front of his belly, but neither was it drooping. It was standing straight out, like a hose or a spray gun ready to white wash the walls.

Miss Childress, who was an expert in such matters, knew that Claude's cock would be ready to fuck in a short time. It could easily be handled or sucked into a new hard-on.

The thought was tempting.

But Miss Childress had just finished getting plenty of prick from Mark Hammond and so, although she loved cock most of all, that lewd librarian had another idea, at the moment.

Jennifer, not as knowledgeable as Miss Childress, was frowning as she wondered how long it would be before the janitor's cock was ready for some more employment. The girl was determined to get fucked! She had had a mouthful and an assful and it seemed high time that she found out what a cuntful felt like.

Miss Childress seemed to read her mind.

"You poor girl," she said. "You've sucked him off and let him have you up the ass and your poor pussy has been neglected."

"I – I don't make a point of blowing janitors or getting buggered and I've never been screwed," Jennifer admitted.

The librarian made a small tremulous sound as she heard that Jennifer's cunt was cherry. She had never sucked a virgin pussy and that thought excited her. She had eaten out plenty of pussy, but they had all been well steeped in cum, and Miss Childress was looking forward to a snack of Jennifer's cherry pie.

Jennifer was gazing up at Miss Childress, wondering what was running through her mind and hoping that she had guessed right. Their eyes locked and passion sparked along the visual path. Miss Childress placed her hand alongside the girl's cheek and gently drew her head forward, until her face rested on the librarian's belly.

Jennifer's chin was snuggling in the librarian's wiry, curly wedge of pubic hair. Miss Childress stroked her head.

Jennifer whimpered. She was amazed by her own desires – by what she longed to do. She blew her warm breath out between the older woman's legs. Miss Childress trembled and purred. Jennifer pursed her lips and kissed the librarian on the rising mound of her groin, her lips brushing in the thick hair, not quite low enough to touch her cunt. She blew her hot breath into that juicy crevice again. The woman's clit erected.

Jennifer wanted, without any doubt at all, to suck that hot pussy and stiff clit and to make Miss Childress cream.

But she was still shy and timid – she was waiting for the librarian to tell her or ask her to do it.

Miss Childress understood Jennifer's hesitation.

She certainly looked forward to having the teenager eat her cunt out, but being older and more experienced, she was thinking it might be a more comfortable a situation if she were to do a bit of cunt sucking first, to sort of break the ice by demonstration. The idea was exciting, for Miss Childress was as hot at tongue and lips as she was at pussy, at the moment.

She stepped back.

Jennifer looked up, confused and puzzled.

But Miss Childress knelt down now, too, and they were face to face and belly to belly. The librarian tilted her head and her lips parted. They kissed, lightly at first and then passionately, grinding their parted lips together. They began to swap tongues. Jennifer sucked on the librarian's hot, wet tongue as it slipped into her mouth and then pushed her own tongue out, in turn, to be sucked upon. As they kissed, mouths locked together, their tits rubbed against each othes and their hot bellies were grinding together.

Claude gazed at this, puzzled.

He scratched his head.

How come two women were kissing like that? He knew damned well that both of them loved prick, so they couldn't be lesbians. It was sure strange, he thought. Then he got the idea.

It was the same as sucking cock and taking it up the ass, a clever way to have some fun with out losing purity and chastity!

And it was an inspirational sight, too. His cock, which had been sticking straight out, parallel with the floor, began to angle up into a fucking position once more, the tapered cock-knob expanding as it elevated and the thick vein starting to pulsate up the underside of the stalk. In moments, Claude was all ready to slip his cock into out of those six available holes. But he was so interested in watching the girls that he waited, head cocked and cock raised, content to observe before he plunged in. He didn't for a moment believe that he who hesitates is lost – on the contrary, Claude Plunkett figured that a man should look before he leaped.

Miss Childress drew her mouth off Jennifer's, leaving the girl panting, lips still parted. The librarian lowered her head and began to suck on the girl's titties, alternating between them. She slurped the nipples into her lips and she ran her tongue up the girl's smooth cleavage, curling, circling, rising to the stiff nipples again.

She intended to move on from there, going lower, licking and kissing her way down the girl's sleek belly and into the creamy cunt. But as she started down, Jennifer drew her back up. Jennifer was willing to let the older woman take the initiative and lead the way, but like Miss Childress, Jennifer was hot at both ends. She wanted to follow the process step by step.