Hammond pounded his orgasm out to the last dregs. He emptied his cock and balls into her.

Then he held rigid while Miss Childress continued to squirm on his cock, working her own climax off to the last rippling spasms and the final juicy flow.

At last she, too, stopped moving.

Hammond leaned on the desk for support.

His muscular legs were quivering and limp, his body seemed drained, as if he had spent all of his life force into her cunt, as if he had shaken his skeleton apart and blew his brains out through his prick. But that big prick was still stuck all the way up her pussy.

They both smiled contentedly.

Jennifer, busily finger fucking her cunt and still working one finger into her tight asshole, continued to gaze at the couple on the desk. Jennifer was coming now – a multiple orgasm, one peak rushing through her as soon as the one before had passed.

Hammond's balls had diminished slightly, but they were still swollen. Was there more cum to come? Was his lovely cock still hot and hard inside Miss Childress' cunt?

Jennifer sure hoped so. She hoped they would fuck again. It was so much fun to watch.

But Jennifer would have been startled had she known that she, too, was under keen observation at that very moment.

CHAPTER FIVE

Jennifer Hastings was not the first person to discover that the library, was a convenient place in which to masturbate, and to play the voyeur. The school janitor had also been known to spill his seed among the book-shelves. His name was Claude Plunkett and he was forty years old. He was not, and never had been, married and so he had to pull his prick by hand with great regularity. Most of the time he whacked off in his broom closet or in the basement, behind the furnace, but recently he had found that the library was also a handy place.