Jennifer Hastings, in particular, turned him on.

Claude had not pulled his prick yet today.

He was looking forward to it at the moment, and he was trying to decide if he wanted to use the broom closet, the furnace room or the library. He had already decided what he was going to think about, however. He was going to think about Jennifer's splendid asshole.

Because he intended to use his imagination, he would not require a book to browse through and so there wasn't any particular reason for choosing the library. It was a whim of fate that he did so.

Claude's cock was iron hard and gorged, stuffing the front of his overalls out in a great, bloated lump. He carried a mop before him, to hide that incriminating bulge, as he sneaked through the school halls toward the, back entrance to the library. He encountered no one. He went in and closed the door quietly behind him.

He moved into the maze of the bookshelves.

Then he halted, puzzled.

Strange, moist, muffled sounds could be heard from the front of the library. It sounded just like a fat cock sliding in and out of a hot cunt, he thought. He figured that his imagination must have run amuck. It wasn't possible that there was fucking afoot in a library.

He advanced with caution.

He opened his fly and took his prick out and, as he stalked through the bookshelves, he looked like a big-game hunter warily pursuing a wounded man eating tiger, his heavy caliber gun thrust out before him. He peered around a corner and almost fainted.

The librarian was sprawled across her desk and the gym teacher was stuffing his cock up her ass!

Claude could hardly believe his good fortune.

He crouched down and watched, fascinated. He saw that Hammond was alternating his strokes, feeding it up her ass and then up her pussy, but it was the ass strokes that truly thrilled the janitor. He began to pump his prick.