Miss Childress was perched on the edge of the desk, in the same position she had been in when Hammond had knelt between her legs and gobbled her pussy, but she was leaning forward now, her back bowed instead of being arched as it had been. She continued to gaze appreciatively at the gym teacher's athletic prick. There was a definitely hungry look in her face.
Hammond moved a step closer, his prick so long that he looked like a pole-vaulter about to compete. The librarian was sliding her cardigan down over her shoulders. Then she began to unbutton her high-necked blouse. When she opened it, the transformation was similar to that when she lifted her dress, for she wore no bra under the plain blouse. Her tits were perfectly round, meeting in a line of deep cleavage and capped by hard, pointed tips. It was evident that the librarian wore those plain cardigans to conceal the stiff peaks of her nipples just as her tweedy skirts hid her garter belt, and now she had removed the garments as she prepared to give head.
Miss Childress was an enthusiastic cock-sucker, and she drooled and dribbled heavily and often a prick would overflow her mouth, as well, and she hated to get cum stains on her prim, respectable clothing. She was quite fastidious about that, and she had even been known to tuck a table napkin under her chin before sucking a man off. She was not, however, at all fastidious about what she put in her mouth and the fact that Hammond's giant prick had recently been delving in her bowels did not faze her in the slightest. In fact, she had always thought that a cock was even tastier if it had been well basted in female juices and spices and sauces. She loved, for instance, to blow married men who had fucked their wives or buggered them and had not had a bath since.
She leaned forward again.
Her plump titties bobbed up and down, and the tips stood out like fleshy bullets ready to be fired.
There was a look of welcome in her gleaming eyes and her lips had pursed up, forming a kissing motion.
Hammond moved in.
His mighty cock loomed over her tits. The head, already coated with the juices of their previous encounter, had started to ooze juice again. Thick, glistening drops of cum bubbled from the cleft and trickled down the huge shaft.
She eyed his cock happily.
She opened her mouth slightly, as if to let the man get a look at what he would soon be getting his prick into. She was salivating like a Pavlovian dog now. Her tongue slid back and forth. She felt a real, physical hunger for Hammond's delicious cock and yet she wasn't going to gobble it up, for she loved the preliminaries as well.
Miss Childress approached the sucking of a prick as she would have a feast, a banquet that bad been tastefully laid out before her, appreciating the appetizers before she moved on to the main course. She thoroughly enjoyed lingering over the meat dish before she swallowed down the creamy dessert.
She reached up and cupped his balls, gently lifting, as if gauging the weight of the cum load they held.
Her other hand folded around the root of his prick.
She drew him closer, but at the last minute dipped his cock down, tapping his dripping cock head against her nipples, each in turn. When she released his prick his cock snapped upright. Creamy drops of jism coated both of her nipples.
Her chin touched her breastbone as she looked down at her cum-smeared tits. Then she cupped her tits in both her hands and lifted her fat tit-mounds toward her face.
She began licking the spunk from her tit tips.
"Ummm – yummy," she purred.
Hammond was greatly inspired by the sight of her tongue sliding over her nipples and by seeing his cum on her tongue. His mighty prick began to pound like a jackhammer.
The librarian raised her face, smiling, then leaned out and began to work on him.
She started at his balls.
Her tongue curled and coiled all over the bloated sac, stirring the hard nuts inside the loose, hairy bag. She lifted his balls and licked the underside. Ball meat had a distinctive flavor, subtly different from cock meat. It whetted her appetite.
She pushed her tongue out and flattened it and drew it all the way up from the hilt to the head of his prick with long, moist slurps. Saliva flowed down his prick. Then she repeated it, with her tongue criss-crossing as it moved up the underside of his prick, tracing along the path of the throbbing vein.
She was purring like a cat at a cream bowl. Hammond had begun to groan with the sensation.
Lapping up to his cock-cream, she concentrated for a long time on the ultra-sensitive area where the head flared out from the shaft and the fat vein spread into a delta on the underside of his knob. She kissed it and licked it.
His cock head was expanding and turning a darker hue.
Cum dribbled out and slid down, some of it running into the corner of her mouth. She lapped a few drops up and let them slip over her taste buds, savoring the delectable flavor for a moment, then drank them down greedily. Like fine aged cognac, the cum heated her belly as it went down.
She shifted a bit higher and began to tongue the head of his prick now, laying it thoroughly, licking all over the fat, bloated cock meat and pushing the tip of her tongue right up his wet, parted piss hole, as more spunk bubbled from it.
Each time she had polished his cock-knob to a luster, another trickle of jism poured out to soak it again. But this was only preliminary stuff. She knew from experience that Hammond could hold back and prolong his orgasm for a long time and that she would be able to enjoy sucking his cock for ages before she got a load to drink – a real load, so much more wholesome and nourishing than the first drops.
Hammond swayed back and forth near her, mesmerized by the delights of her nimble tongue.
Jennifer gasped silently as she watched Miss Childress' skillful tongue lave all over the delicious-looking slab of cock head, wishing that she had a cock of her very own to tongue.
And, not realizing that a giant cock, at that very moment, was rearing up behind her, biding its time. For Miss Childress, it was time to start sucking.
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…