David Crane - Schoolgirl peeper

Maybe whoever it was wouldn't stay.

She got up and lowered her skin, then peered through the gap in the bookshelves to see who had come in.

It was the librarian.

Miss Julia Childress was only about thirty years old, but she looked older because she effected the style of the traditional, unmarried librarian, the classic spinster. She wore no make up whatsoever, and she kept her hair pulled severely back into an old-fashioned knot. She always wore plain tweedy skirts and high-necked blouses under utilitarian cardigans. Jennifer had never really taken much notice of the woman. She was just part of the furnishings, of the library, as unremarkable as a filing cabinet or a chair.

But she looked different today.

For one thing, she was smiling.

Jennifer watched through the slot, hoping that Miss Childress had simply come to fetch something and would go out again in a moment, so that she could get on with her hand job in peace.

Miss Childress moved over to her desk. Then she did an unusual thing. She plucked at the back of her severe hair style and it came loose. Her hair tumbled down, long and silken, a rich auburn color.

Jennifer was amazed at the transformation in the woman. She had instantly become a pretty young lady instead of a dried-up spinster. The loose hair and the mysterious smile had totally altered her appearance. Jennifer wondered if the woman had a life separate from that which she assumed when she was at school? A boy-friend? A lover perhaps? Was her spinsterish attitude a mere facade? Why was she smiling like that? It really was a Mona Lisa smile, hard to define and yet giving her countenance a radiant glow.

Jennifer was finding it interesting to spy on the woman.

She wished there were something more interesting to see.

And then her wish was granted.

Miss Childress did a thing far more remarkable than letting her hair down had been.

She lifted her tweed skirt.

Jennifer gasped.

Under that sexless tweed skirt, Miss Childress wore a black garter belt and black panties!

And then she tugged the panties down, squirming out of them. Her cunt was bushy. Jennifer caught a glimpse of damp pink cunt lips as the woman raised her knee to take the panties off her arched foot. She tossed the panties onto the desk, then sat on the edge.

My God! Jennifer thought. Miss Childress has come here for the same reason that I did! She's going to finger fuck herself!

It was truly startling, all the more so because Jennifer had never thought of Miss Childress as having a sex life, as having normal human urges and needs, or even having a cunt between her legs, beneath her old-fashioned clothing.

Jennifer grinned.

Now she was pleased that the woman had come in. She was thinking that it would be really kinky to frig herself while she secretly watched Julia Childress tending to her own cunt.

If she had dared, Jennifer would have made her presence known and maybe suggest that they suck each other off! But she was far too shy for that, of course.

Jennifer cupped her cunt in her hand and waited for Miss Childress to start playing with herself.

Miss Childress raised her hand.

But she merely looked at her wristwatch.

Why was she waiting? Was she so strict that she only masturbated at a certain hour? Did she wait until the sun was over the yardarm before she frigged out her first orgasm of the day?

It was a puzzle.

And then the puzzle was answered – to Jennifer's total amazement and absolute voyeuristic joy.

A key turned.

The door opened.

Jennifer expected Miss Childress to lower her skin.

But Miss Childress kept her skirt up, sitting with her trim ass on the edge of the desk, her cunt fully exposed.

In came Mark Hammond, the gym teacher. He closed the door behind him, smiling.

He was a tall, handsome, athletic man with close-cropped blond hair and shoulders as wide as a horizon. He was wearing a tracksuit. He had a big smile on his face and a big lump in the front of his pants.

Jennifer stared at the lump of his erection in awe. Miss Childress, too, was gazing at that promising bulge, and it was evident that it was not the first time that she had looked fondly upon it.

The librarian and the gym teacher must be lovers! Jennifer realized. And they were going to do it now! And she was right there in a perfect position to watch them fuck!

Her cunt steamed in her hand. She cupped it, but kept her hand from moving, wanting to wait until the action started before she began to masturbate, to time her self-imposed pleasure with that of these eager fuckers.

She had never realized before just how much fun it was to be a voyeur.

Hammond moved toward the desk and paused halfway between the door and Miss Childress. She parted her thighs, letting him look at her pussy. He seemed to enjoy the sight and so did Jennifer. Miss Childress' pussy was foaming with cunt juice and her cunt lips were unfurled so much that they seemed to be turning inside out.

Hammond began to undress.

He removed his tracksuit and underwear and stood naked before the librarian. His torso was rock hard with well-defined muscles, his legs were like tree trunks, and his prick was enormous. Jennifer wondered if he had developed his cock, like the rest of his body, by exercise or if he had been born with such a whopper. It must have been newly a foot long, she thought.

Jennifer was certainly no authority on cocks, having only jacked one off in her life but she could tell that this was no common garden-variety prick, it was a masterpiece. The head was a huge purple slab, flaring out from the thick stalk, and his balls were like over-inflated balloons. The sight of his prick was causing Jennifer's pussy to melt and her mouth to water. Lucky Miss Childress!

Hammond stood there, shoulders back and prick out, proudly displaying his cock. The head of his prick rose up so high that he seemed to be looking over it, like a gun sight, as he gazed at the librarian's pussy.

Miss Childress reached behind her and picked up her panties from the desk. She tossed them onto the floor.

Hammond grinned.

He got down on his hands and knees.

Whatever were they doing? Jennifer wondered.

Whatever it was, it was exciting to watch.

Hammond began to growl like a dog. He lowered his head and snatched up the soaking panties in his teeth, chomping on them. As his jaws tightened, cunt juice was wrung out of the panties.

He moved toward the librarian, on hands and knees, the panties hanging from his jaws. She watched him with a smile. His head turned as he worried the panties. He was peering up at Miss Childress like an obedient dog waiting for a command.

She waited for a while. She obviously liked to have him groveling before her, to see him chewing her panties. Her cunt was overflowing now, the thick juice running down her crotch and soaking into the crack of her ass, dripping from the edge of the desk. The black straps of her garter belt framed her crotch. Her pussy was juicy.

"You may suck my cunt," said Miss Childress.

Jennifer almost cried out loud when she heard that.

Hammond let the panties drop from his jaws. Who needed to chew second-hand cunt juice when the real thing was spread out before him? He crawled in, his tongue starting to lap even before he had reached her pussy. Miss Childress perched on the very edge of the desk and arched her back, thrusting her cunt out to meet him.

Jennifer creamed.

She hadn't been frigging herself – she was simply cupping her cunt in her hand, but the sight thrilled her so much that she came, the thick cunt juice filling her hand. She shuddered. Her orgasm rippled through her and subsided, laving her as hot as ever.

Hammond was tonguing up the insides of Miss Childress' thighs with long, fluid slurps, stopping just short of her cunt. He lapped up the creases where her legs joined her pelvis, his tongue running parallel with her open pussy. Miss Childress was panting and shuddering.