Hammond had recovered enough of his vitality by this time so that he could make the effort of uncoupling from Miss Childress, who was still sprawled out, belly down, on the desk, her pussy impaled upon his emptied, but still hard, cock. Being a gym teacher, Hammond kept himself in shape, and, although his coming had been as strength sapping as the librarian's, he had recuperated first.
He placed his hands on the up-thrust mound of her ass, holding her down on the desk as he began to slowly draw his fat prick out of her cunt. It was obvious that he had to hold her down, because even from where Jennifer was watching this, she could see that Miss Childress' cunt was not willing to be vacated.
The librarian squirmed around, as if trying to help Hammond unlink from her loins, but her pussy was not being helpful at all. Her cunt hole sucked and dragged and pulled on his retreating cock meat. The circular muscles that worked so well when she was getting fucked were still working, clamping closed in a series of concentric rings, loath to be empty of cock. The thick root dragged out inch by inch. More and more of his fat cock came into sight, but his long prick seemed almost endless.
He grunted, pushing dawn with both hands while his taut ass dragged his loins back.
At last his cock head appeared in her pussy. Her cunt lips clung to that last slab of meat so firmly that they were being turned inside out. Her pussy was like a Chinese finger puzzle – the harder he pulled to retract his prick, the more he narrowed and tightened her cunt hole.
At last his cock came free.
His cock-knob slipped out with a popping sound, like a cork from a bottle of champagne. It didn't sag at all. The instant that it was plucked free of her pussy, his big prick jolted into an upright position, standing before the gym teacher's muscular torso like an iron-hard bar. From her open, abandoned pussy, a great deluge of cum and cunt juice gushed out and slid down her hairy crotch.
She gave a little whimper.
Hammond stood back, posing, proud of the fact that his prick was still standing resolutely.
He tightened his cock muscles, causing it to snap. A fine spray of cunt juice flew from it. He made it pound and hammer, standing with his fists on his hips, tightening and relaxing that sinewy prick as if running through a series of exercises designed to firm and delineate the muscles. Hammond worked out rigorously every day. He was capable of doing one hundred pushups effortlessly and he scarcely worked up a sweat when he ran off fifty chin-ups on the bar. He could press two hundred and fifty pounds without strain. Sometimes he lifted weights when one of his gym classes was looking on, impressing the youths, enjoying, with a touch of vanity, the respect and acclaim they gave him.
But his most important work was always done in solitude.
Every morning he strapped a five-pound dumbbell to his prick and then imagined erotic things so that, as his prick got hard, it was forced to lift the dumbbell.
Hammond's cock was possessed of stamina and endowed with endurance and seldom faltered after a climax.
It was a fact that the lewd librarian appreciated every bit as much as the gym teacher did.
Miss Childress was inordinately fond of cooks.
Because she wanted to treat them right, she waited out just as Hammond did, in distaff fashion, practicing and developing her cunt muscles on a fat rubber prick every morning and pushing another dildo into her mouth to keep her tongue and lips in trim.
She was a sort of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde character.
When her hair was drawn severely back and her tweed skirts were not lifted, she was a prim and proper lady, elegant and cool. This was not a facade or sham. The woman actually did feel pure and chaste, even prudish, when she wore her cloak of respectability.
But the removal of the pin that held her auburn hair in place was like the quaffing of a potion that transformed her completely. The lifting of her skirt turned her from a prissy librarian into a raving wanton in an instant. She ware her sexy black garter belt and panties under her tweeds like Superman wore his costume.
The librarian and the gym teacher had only become lovers recently. He had always thought her frigid, and she had always supposed that he was a moronic jock. But then he came to the library one afternoon, looking for a book on weight-lifting techniques. School was out for the day. The students had gone home, and Miss Childress was in the act of working her daily transformation, changing into a lewd lady just in case she met a man with a big prick on her way home.
Her hair was already down when Hammond walked in. He gaped at her in amazement, never having realized how attractive and desirable she was, and she stared back at him seeing for the first time that his well-developed body might prove excellent for the prolonged propelling of prick. They merely looked at each other for a few minutes, with electric sparks flying back and forth along the line of their vision.
Then Miss Childress had slowly raised her skirt, revealing her wanton undergarments, and the front of Hammond's gym pants had commenced to bulge with his favorite muscle and, without a word having passed between them, they had fucked furiously on the floor.
After that, they met at least once a day.
They didn't have much to say to each other and seldom passed more than a word or two but did they fuck and suck!
Now Miss Childress turned sinuously around on the desk, as if revolving around on her own crotch, and gazed at Hammond's erection. Her eyes glowed. Her pink tongue ran across her lips.
Hammond caused his cock to jerk.
His fat prick was slimy and slippery. It was slathered with cum and cunt juice and it had also been dipped up her asshole, gathering up more exotic traces and the sight was making the lewd librarian's mouth water and her tongue tingle.
Just as her personality changed when she let her hair down and lifted her skirts, so did her sexuality alter once she had had an orgasm or two! Until she had been eaten out or fucked – or both – her desires were all centered in her groin. But after she had creamed, her tongue seemed to turn into a clit and her mouth got as hot as her cunt had been. Miss Childress was a double-ended fucking machine.
Now she was hungry for cock.
Jennifer, still watching with total amazement, saw the librarian lick her lips.
Oh! Is she going to blow him too? She wondered.
She hoped so. Cock sucking intrigued the girl, in theory, and she was keen to observe some in practice and eventually to practice some of the tasty act, herself.
But his prick had been up her asshole!
Surely a librarian would not want to take such a soiled cock into her mouth? Would she? Well, there was nothing to do but wait and find out. Jennifer leaned closer, her face pressed right up to the narrow gap where the books had been removed from the shelf.
Her skirt was still hitched up above her hips and, as she leaned over the shelf, her delightfully rounded ass jutted out. Her thighs were parted.
Cunt juice ran down in thick ribbons. She was licking her lips as she anticipated what she hoped was going to happen, as if vicariously enjoying the prospect of sucking that massive cock. She cupped one hand over her cunt, all set to rub and frig herself off again, as soon as the next performance began.
But she didn't finger her asshole this time. She had only done that when Miss Childress had been getting an ass full of prick. Now it seemed likely that the librarian would be getting a mouthful instead. Naughty Jennifer wanted to keep one hand free so that she could bunch the fingers up into a phallic shape and push them in and out of her own mouth, in imitation of what she was watching.
Thus, her lovely ass was bared.
And the sight was giving Claude, the janitor, convulsions!
He stood at the end of the row, his huge prick sticking out of his overalls, waiting for the redhead to notice him and hoping with all his heart that she would look fondly on his rampant member.
But she still hadn't seen him. She was too interested in Hammond and Miss Childress and all her attention was absorbed in observing them. What should he do? What could he do? Claude was suffering terrible indecision.
If he made his presence known, she might reject him. She might even cry out in alarm or scream with surprise, and then the cat would be out of the bag. Yet, this golden opportunity was far too good for him to pass up. How could a man settle for jacking himself off, when a glorious ass like that was presented to him?
Claude rolled his eyes and grated his teeth.
He had to take a chance!
But he figured he would be better off to wait a bit longer, until the girl was really worked up from her voyeurism. He wondered, too, just what Hammond and Miss Childress were doing now, but he wasn't going to bother to sneak another look at them. Claude was an ass man and he could imagine nothing that he would rather be looking at than that smooth and naked ass that was thrusting out so near.
He unbuttoned his overalls and slipped them off.
Naked, he began to creep down the aisle, coming up behind the girl, drawn to Jennifer's ass like an iron filing to a magnet. And his cock was as hard as any iron filing. Claude's body was skinny, and his prick was out of all proportion to his scrawny torso. His cock looked like it had been grafted on as an after-thought or fitted as a retread – a slender man fitted with the prick of an elephant. His massive prick towered before him, thrusting toward the ceiling. He was bending over from the waist. His cock head almost brushed him under the chin. He kept his eyes glued on the wonderful sight of Jennifer's shapely ass.
She never heard him.
A herd of horses could have thundered down that row of bookshelves without breaking the girl's concentration now, for her hopes were about to be realized.
Julia Childress was going to suck Hammond's prick.
Jennifer bunched her fingers up, ready to emulate the act.
Claude crept ever closer, he came right up behind the unsuspecting teenager.
The shadow of his prick fell over her ass like the pointer of a sundial – a sundial calculating the remaining moments of Jennifer's innocence.