Claude had been leaning right over Jennifer, looking over her shoulder and enjoying the sight of Miss Childress giving head to Mark Hammond. His prick had actually been in contact with the red-headed teenager, laid across her up-thrust ass, but the girl was so hot, so thrilled by what she was watching – and so absolutely unaware of another person's presence behind her – that she had not realized there was a cock pressed to her ass.
Now Claude shifted.
His big prick burrowed into the crack between the cheeks of the girl's juicy ass. It wasn't pointing up her asshole yet, but simply snuggling along the crevice, his balls in her creamy crotch and his cock-knob jutting out over the small of her back.
Not expected to have a cock there, Jennifer failed to identify the presence against her heated flesh. She slipped her hand into her crotch to give herself a rub and felt Claude's hairy, cum-filled balls jammed into her groin from behind.
Claude held his breath.
How would the girl react?
And Jennifer was puzzled. What the hell was that between her legs? It sure wasn't part of her. Her fingers traced over the swollen, hairy scrotum as she tried to identify it. How very strange, she thought. It seemed as if she had magically grown a set of balls.
Claude's hands moved on her flanks.
Then slipped around and cupped her tits.
Jennifer gasped, beginning to get the idea that she was no longer alone. Those hands massaged her tits and her nipples exploded in the palms. A giant prick throbbed up the crack of her ass. She cupped the mysterious balls in one hand and reached behind her ass with the other, getting a handful of prick. It was most definitely a prick, she realized.
Jennifer was totally confused. Her first emotion was shame for whoever it was had obviously caught her playing the voyeur and playing with her pussy. But the shame passed quickly away as she saw the situation logically. Her unexpected visitor had his prick out and so, obviously, had not been scandalized by what he had seen.
Jennifer had been longing for a cock. Now she had a cock of her own!
But to whom was that cock attached? Aye, there's the rub, she thought, rubbing the prick.
She turned her head and looked over her shoulder.
Claude clung to her, grinning.
When Jennifer realized that it was the ugly janitor who was pressing his loins against her, she was dismayed. She wanted cock and no doubt of it, but she didn't want Claude Plunkett's cock.
She pulled away, turning.
His face was really hideous and his naked body was scrawny and – and then her gaze went down, and she gave a little gasp as she saw that his prick was as huge as the gym teacher's!
Claude pushed his hips out, making fucking motions at her.
Jennifer's eyes were glued on that lovely hunk of cock meat.
She started to protest, to refuse him.
Claude held a finger to his lips.
He was right. Miss Childress was still at the front of the room. It would never do for Jennifer to make a noise, to let the librarian know of her presence.
Instead, of speaking, Jennifer shook her head, scowling to show her displeasure.
But Claude was determined now. He humped again and his cock loomed out toward the girl. She backed away. Claude followed, his big prick preceding him like a figurehead of a ship – a ship intent on harboring in Jennifer's loins.
She didn't know what to do.
But whatever she did, it would have to be done in silence, to keep Miss Childress ignorant of her presence – both because she had been spying and didn't want the fact known and, more to the point, because she wanted to spy some more tomorrow.
So she couldn't scream.
She didn't even dare leave because her footsteps would echo in the quiet chamber.
Nor was she even sure that she would have fled even if Miss Childress were not at the front desk because, although Jennifer certainly did not want an ugly fellow like Claude the janitor, she had to admit that his big cock looked attractive.
Jennifer backed slowly away down the aisle. Claude moved after her, crouching and grinning.
She shook her head from side to side.
Claude nodded up and down vigorously.
Jennifer held her hand out, palm open, warding him off.
Claude crooked a beckoning finger. Jennifer was in a panic. She could not retreat much farther or she would be out of the hidden aisle and the librarian would see her. She couldn't feint and dash past the janitor without making too much noise. She thought fast and hard.
Claude was obviously being driven wild by lust. The fact was manifested in the turbulent thundering of his enormous cock and the swelling of his overfull balls. It would be impossible to reason with him when he was in such a desperate state, even if she had dared to speak. The only way to bring the lust-crazed fellow back to his senses would be to empty his cock and balls.
Jennifer had no intention to lose her virginity to the repulsive man, but she guessed it would do no harm to jack him off. As sue considered it, she found the idea was rather exciting, in fact. Although Claude was ugly, his prick was quite nice looking. If she were to give him a hand job, she could close her eyes or she could lower her gaze, looking at his handsome cock and not at his unsightly countenance.
It seemed a clever idea.
Jennifer stopped retreating and Claude moved up to her, crouching, ready to pounce.
Jennifer reached out and folded her fist around the root of his towering prick, getting a firm grip on it and holding it by the hilt, as if it were a club with which she was threatening to whack him on the head. She cupped his balls in the other hand. They stood there, face to face, his cock jutting up between them like a meaty monolith. Jennifer took a long, slow stroke, her fist skimming up to his cock head and then dragging back down to the hilt.
Claude was no fool.
He realized what the girl intended to do – that she was going to jerk him off instead of yielding her ass to him. But it had been a long time since Claude's cock and balls had been fondled by female hands and it felt far too good to stop the manual action. Further more, Claude knew something that Jennifer had overlooked – Claude knew that one creamy climax would not even put a dentin his hard-on! The redhead could jerk him off first and it would merely get him warmed up for the more interesting action to follow! He grinned happily at the thought.
Jennifer assumed his grin meant that he was going to be satisfied with a hand job and demand nothing more. She fell to the task with vigor.
It did feel wonderful to have that fat prick throbbing in her skimming fist and to squeeze his cum-bloated balls in the other. She began to really enjoy what she was doing.
She tried to stare at his prick and avoid looking at his face but in this she was confounded. Claude's prick was so big that the towering knob reached almost to his chin as he crouched before her and so, looking at his cock head, she could not help looking, too, at his leering face in the background.
She focused on his cock, going cross-eyed.
His face blurred then, but it was still right there lurking behind his prick, distracting Jennifer.
There was only one thing to do.
Jennifer knelt down in front of him, so that her face was right on a level with his cock head, and she could look at the handsome wedge of meat without looking at his face, as well. She gazed in fascination, watching her fist pull up and down. She saw the way the fat, dark vein pulsed up the underside of his stalk, saw his foreskin curl up behind the crown and then drag tautly back as her hand fell, causing his cock head to flare out like a hooded cobra ready to strike.
Claude humped, fucking through her fist.
It was making Jennifer terribly horny to be handling that huge cock. She squirmed in closer and touched her tits against the bloated slab of his cock-knob, massaging her nipples with his cock head and then slipping it into her soft, deep cleavage for a moment. She thought that it would be nice to let him shoot on her tits when he came.
Then, naughty and frustrated girl that she was, she wondered if it might not be even nicer to let him shoot in her face? The thought was thrilling. She might even open her mouth a little, part her lips. And maybe stick her tongue out! Oooooh! She might get her first taste of cum.
As soon as the thought occurred to her, Jennifer began to drool.
She began jerking his cock faster, her face right over the head of his cock, eager, to make him come so that she could feel the hot, thick sap spurt into her face – into her mouth! Her lips parted and her tongue came out. She stared at the cleft of his crown, waiting for the jism to come jetting out of it.
Claude was fucking, pushing his cock head towards her face.
He had never had a blow job! He lusted for this girl's ass most of all, but with her kneeling before him like this, in one of the classic blow-job positions, he was trying his best to get his prick into her mouth. The cock knob plowed up, stopping just short of her chin.
Jennifer realized what, he was trying to do.
A wave of hot desire rushed through her.
Should she tongue his cock? Should she suck it? The idea of blowing Claude the janitor, as an individual person, was repulsive – but the idea of sucking his big cock was delightful. If she were to take it in her mouth, with her face turned down, she could suck it without looking at Claude. She could pretend that he was someone else and she would get her first mouthful of cock!
After all, she had intended to jerk him off in her face, with her mouth open, it wouldn't be any more naughty to enjoy the taste of his meat before she got the cream, would it?
Her tongue was tingling and her lips had started to suck just as if she already had them full of prick. She hadn't quite made up her mind if she should go so far as to actually blow him.
These are not decisions that a girl takes lightly.
Janitor jacking was one thing and blowing was another, and she thought that maybe she should save her virgin mouth for the cock of some young man whom she really liked.
But would she ever meet a man with a cock this big, this delicious-looking, this horny?
Just then a thick drop of cum oozed out of his piss hole and clung to the tip of his cock-knob.
Jennifer gasped as she stared in fascination at the glistening nugget of delectable jism.
She simply had to taste it!
She pushed her fist down to the root of his cock and held it there, causing the cock-knob to expand under her face. Her tongue slipped out and glided across the heated tip of his prick, gathering up that thick glob of cum without touching his meat. She rolled the delicious droplet around on her tongue, thrilled by the idea of having cum on her tongue as much as by the delightful succulence of the stuff.
She swallowed it.
Oh, it was no wonder that Miss Childress drank jism with such evident enjoyment! The stuff was sweet nectar. She gave him another hand stroke, trying to pull another blob out so that she could lick it up.
The head of his prick was glowing like an incandescent light-bulb. Jennifer felt dizzy with desire. Now that she knew what spunk tasted like, she wanted to find out what the cock from which it came tasted like, as well. She wouldn't actually blow him, she told herself – she would just take a single lick, to satisfy her curiosity.
Her face tilted to one side.
She pushed her tongue out again, and this time she ran it in a flattened, slurping lick right over his cock head. She took just the one lap, then drew back. The meaty flavor tingled on her taste buds.
"Suck it," rasped Claude.
Jennifer whimpered. One lick was not enough.
"C'mon! Suck my cock!" Claude growled, louder.
His voice wasn't really very loud, at all, but it gave the girl all the justification that she needed. She had to keep the janitor quiet and there was only one way to do that, at the moment.
Jennifer decided to suck Claude's cock.
It never occurred to her that an enthusiastic blow job could be a noisy affair, delivered in the silence of a library.