He had arrived towards the end of the fucking and he had only given his meat a few strokes when Hammond began to pour the spunk into Miss Childress' creaming cunt. Claude was kind of sorry that Hammond hadn't come up her ass, but still, he couldn't very well complain – that sight had been a rare treat.

They slowed and then halted.

Claude slipped back cut of sight, figured they were finished now and not wanting them to see him peeking around the shelves. Now he bought seclusion for his own prick draining.

He moved down a row of bookshelves. He came to a junction and glanced around it and Claude received another shock.

Jennifer Hastings, that gorgeous redhead with that sexy ass, was standing there, looking through a gap in the books; watching Hammond fuck the librarian!

Her dress was raised. Her panties were off. She was fingering her pussy with one hand, and to his absolute joy he saw that she was also pushing a finger up her asshole!

Why, the girl must be depraved!

She was a voyeur! She was a finger fucker! And she was giving herself some up the ass, to boot! Visions of delight danced like sugar-plum fairies in Claude's mind. Did he dare approach her? He couldn't decide.

She was obviously horny or she wouldn't be giving herself a hand job, and what horny girl would rather have a finger than a cock? Claude was not sightly, of course, and he didn't suppose she would fancy him, and yet if he let her get a look at his massive cock, it might be a different matter. She was staring in rapture at the gym teacher's prick, and Claude figured that his own prick was every bit as big, even if it had a different configuration. Oh, if only he could bury it up that sweet asshole!

He was trembling with lust and indecision.

He made up his mind. He stepped out into full view, his loins thrust forward so that when Jennifer looked around she would see how huge his cock was, standing rampant before him, the tapered tip extending all the way up to his breastbone.