Claude was half demented with lust as he got down on his knees behind Jennifer. He was slobbering and his eyes glowed, red-rimmed, the pupils rolling recklessly. What a happy day this was for him!
When Jennifer had assumed that position on all fours in front of him, her taut and shapely ass thrusting up, it was only natural that Claude should think she wanted her ass stuffed full of cock. Since that was a pleasure he thought of day and night, it did not surprise him to find that the red-headed student who gave such great head and swallowed the stuff might have similar desires.
Nor did Claude consider that ass-fucking was a perversion, because of the way he had been introduced to it – fucking his sister up the shit chute to preserve her virginity. Perhaps Jennifer, too, was a virgin – maybe that was why she was offering her asshole now, instead of her cunt. Relatively without experience, Claude thought that proper cunt-fucking always took place in the missionary position, the girl on her back with her legs spread, the man mounted upon her loins. Had he thought of, say, doggy-style fucking, it was likely that he would have considered it deviant behavior. So, to Claude, sticking his prick in an asshole or a mouth was relatively chaste. And how he had enjoyed that blow job! The girl was an oral artist. She was even prettier than his sister and the sight of his fat cock sliding in and out of her mouth had thrilled him almost as much as the physical sensation of that sucking. And her ass was as shapely as an ass could get!
He knelt behind that delightful ass.
His prick, despite having been milked to the bone a minute before, was so taut that it was humming like a tuning fork and the tip was beginning to drip again. But he paused, gazing in rapture at Jennifer's ass, enjoying the anticipation for a moment.
Jennifer wondered why a prick had not been thrust up her cunt, and she looked back over her shoulder, smiling, encouraging the janitor to slap the meat to her.
But when she saw his contorted, lust-crazed face, she turned her own face to the front again. She had forgotten that the object in taking it from behind was to avoid the necessity of looking at the hideous fellow, to be able to pretend that there was a more handsome man on the other end of that big cock. She was not unreasonable and knew that a girl shouldn't expect everything, however, and she was thinking that an ugly man with a huge, cum-filled pecker was better than a handsome man with a small or empty meat rack would be.
Yes, Jennifer was quite prepared and perfectly happy to let the janitor put the prick to her pussy.
Then she got a surprise.
Claude placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart, exposing the tight brown bud of her asshole. He thrust his pelvis out, pushing the tip of his tapering prick into that nether entrance. It was the sort of cock that was designed for wedging into a narrow hole, being painted at the tip, but Jennifer's asshole resisted and his cock nuzzled there without penetrating at first.
Jennifer thought he had made a mistake.
"You're in the wrong hole," she said, tossing her head and attempting to shift her ass higher so that his cock head would slip down into her creamy cunt.
But Claude clung to her and his hands slid around to clamp on her hipbones. He began to pull her ass back to meet him as he pushed his iron-hard prick into her asshole.
Jennifer was confused.
It dawned on her that perhaps he wasn't making a mistake, that maybe he wanted to put it up her ass.
An hour before, that idea would have revolted the virgin. But she had recently watched Miss Childress happily taking an ass full of prick and the librarian had seemed to enjoy it as much as she did a cunt full. The though of getting ass fucked still seemed very naughty to Jennifer – but it was all the more exciting because of that. She even saw certain benefits in allowing Claude to fuck her asshole instead of her cunt.
She would get the pleasure of being stuffed full of cock, and she would still be a virgin.
She could give her cherry to some handsome young man, face to face. And, too, she had sucked the janitor's cock and drank his jism surely it would not be any more wicked to take it up one end than it was the other? It might be the only chance she would ever have to find out what it felt like to get buggered. She didn't suppose that most men preferred ass to cunt and she was far too shy to ever suggest to a fellow that he try it in her bottom.
Jennifer stopped squirming.
But she was trembling now with expectation.
Now she only hoped that it would fit!
Claude pried and wedged.
He levered and corkscrewed.
Jennifer thought that it was not going to work and that be would have to switch to her pussy, but Claude was determined. The first time he had fucked his sister up the ass, it had been a tight fit and he knew that, with a deter mined effort, it would work. After all, a girl would not be fitted with a fuckable hole if that hole could not be filled. He dragged her haunches back by the hips and pushed his cock steadily out and, millimeter by millimeter, his cock head began to slip in.
It hurt a little, but not too much, and Jennifer was willing to suffer a little pain in order to have the pleasure.
Then the pain lessened as her asshole adjusted to the novelty of having a fat cock going up it. It wasn't really pain, then, it was just a warm tingle that added to the thrill, one more aspect of the sensation, another delightful dimension.
She began to help him.
She willed her sphincter muscles to relax.
She pushed her ass bask to meet his prodding prick.
Reaching back between her legs and giving her cunt a squeeze, en route she got a handful of balls and tugged, pulling his cock to her ass. She was happy to feel that handful swell and to know that the janitor's balls were filling up with another lovely load. She was wildly eager to feel that hot jism squirt into her bowels.
His sharply tapered cock-knob slipped in.
Jennifer gave a little gasp. Claude gave a grunt. Her asshole had parted to admit his pointed meat, then compressed in a tight collar around his stalk. He stopped pushing in for a moment, letting her asshole adjust to his cock, bracing his knees as he prepared to renew the anal assault.
He gazed down, looking at his thick prick, the tip buried and the wider shaft standing out between them. Jennifer was looking back, too, staring between her legs at the man's balls. She had lowered her face to the floor and her ass was at the highest point of her kneeling position.
Then he began to work the rest of his prick in.
The narrow, elongated cock-knob forged a passage, blazed a trail, opening her asshole for the thicker stalk that followed. Inch by inch he crammed the huge cock up her ass. Jennifer was panting, her ass churning, encouraging him to continue.
His cock head felt like a lump of white-hot iron sliding deeply into her bowels. His shaft was like a crowbar, levering up the taut crack of her ass.
His progress slowed as the penetration grew deeper and the widest part of his prick was pushing in, spreading, her asshole.
Then he slipped up the final inch and his prick was buried to the root in her asshole.
Jennifer wailed with joy.
His belly was tight against the slope of her up-thrust ass, and his balls were jammed into her crotch and she was full of cock! Claude held it up her all the way, making his cock muscles pulse so that his fat prick was swelling inside her. Jennifer was full and filled with the thrill. How could her asshole accommodate such a bulk. His cock-knob seemed like it was all the way up into her stomach. She wondered vaguely what effect digestive juices would have on living meat? She had an image of Claude drawing his prick out and finding it had been digested.
The big prick stirred. Now it seemed to extend beyond her belly. The girl felt like a pig, on a spit, slowly roasting over the fires of desire. He still hadn't started to hump; he was merely holding his cock all the way up her, buried to the hilt, and making the long prick pulse, the cock-knob flare.
Jennifer writhed wildly on his prick. She wanted him to start stroking, wanted to feel the friction now that she had felt the stuffing.
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.
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.