Chapter 5
"This isn't fair," Brigette said, crossing her arms over her tits to hide them as much as possible. She felt utterly naked, even though she wasn't, under the lusty gaze of the school janitor, Willard.
"I ain't never said life was fair," Willard replied, his eyes traveling up and down Brigette's shapely body. He had just started making his evening rounds of sweeping and so forth when he suddenly spied Brigette Mannon, scantily dressed, trying to figure out how to work the locks on the front door so she could get out.
When Willard confronted Brigette he immediately realized she was in a terrible bind . . . which was exactly the way he wanted her, because it gave him power over her. His lean, aged body took notice of her youth and sexuality. His big cock started jerking in his uniform at his first sight of her.
"Do I have to?" Brigette asked, hoping he would be a better stud than he looked.
"Naw, you ain't gotta . . . unless you want me to tell Principal Bradley about you. If you want me to forget all about seein' you tonight, you'll do me good."
Brigette realized she had no choice but to fuck Willard, even though she really didn't i want to. There wasn't anything about the man that was sexy. He was well into his fifties, and his head was shaved completely bald. Still, there was a caginess about him that hinted at an inner vitality, a youthfulness that belied his age.
"You're a bastard," Brigette mumbled as she grabbed her red, lacy slip and pulled it over her head. Her tits swung freely, jiggling tautly. She wanted to cover up her cunt bush, but decided Willard would only tell her to move her hands away.
"Fuckin' A!" Willard exclaimed. "I ain't seen a body like that in a long time!"
Brigette felt as though she were on display. And even though Willard made her feel filthy, there was something not entirely unpleasant about being able to arouse a man so complete-just with her body. Her actions had nothing to do with Willard's horniness . . .yet.
In her mind's eye, Brigette pictured herself and liked what she saw. Dark eyes shining in the dim light of the abandoned school, jet-black hair piled sensually atop her head with velvety tendrils falling down the sides of her face. Big tits swelling out invitingly, with dark-brown areolas and throbbing, tingling nipples. A narrow waist encircled by a black garter belt. A dark cuntal bush, triangular in shape, slashed by the pink gash that was her cunt. Then lower, near the tops of her thighs, the black silk stockings started and didn't stop until they met her high-heeled shoes.
"Anything you say," Brigette murmured, hoping the excitement she was beginning to feel was really just fear.
"Over there. On the wrestling mats. Get down."
Brigette walked to where the rubber wrestling mats were laid down on the floor. She got down on her knees and wondered what kind of cock the old man would have. Long and skinny? Short and fat? He was tall and slender, so she decided his cock would be about the same.
Brigette Mannon was wrong. Old Willard turned out to have a big cock that stuck out from his body proudly, not terribly long or terribly thick, but hefty enough in both departments to fill up her mouth or cunt completely.
Willard didn't bother taking off his shirt. He simply unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. He stepped up to Brigette, cock thrust out, and she knew exactly what he wanted.
"Okay," she said with a sigh, hands on her own thighs as she kissed the tip of his cockhead.
She let her moist, pink tongue snake out from between her lips to graze over the rubbery, conical cock-knob. Willard's prick had a strong, masculine flavor to it that Brigette found pleasing.
She licked around the piss-hole, slowly making ever-widening circles until she had his entire cockhead wet and shiny with spit. Then, inhaling deeply, she pushed her gorgeous face forward and took the crown of Willard's prick into her mouth.
Brigette moaned soulfully, delighted now to have the janitor's prick stretching her ripe, luscious lips. She worked her tongue along the underside, rubbing the sensitive cockmeat to make it even longer and harder. She bobbed her face, sucking firmly on the cock, letting her cheeks sink inward to squeeze the sides of Willard's cockshaft.
As she sucked, taking more and more of the cock into her mouth, Brigette let the fingers of her right hand play over her cuntlips. Before long she worked the middle finger between the ve;vety pussy folds, slowly, tantalizingly finger-fucking herself as the pussy juice heated and lubricated her hot fuck-hole. "Deeper!" Willard commanded. Brigette opened her mouth wide, hardly touching the cock with her lips, and gulped his cock deeper into her face. The pricktip pushed against the opening of her throat, then fucked deeper, swelling her neck out as she swallowed it whole. Fortunately, Willard's prick wasn't nearly as large as Principal Bradley's, and Brigette had little trouble taking all he had to offer. The feeling of having his cockhead fucked into her throat made the cunt juices flow even more freely in Brigette's finger-filled pussy.
"Keep it there, cunt!" Willard hissed. "Eat my cock!"
Brigette pushed her face harder against the old man's crotch, her nose getting tickled by the curly hair at the base of his prick. She could feel his balls against her chin and wondered what kind of cum-load they would give her.
"Awwwwww! That's fuckin' good, cunt!" Willard said with some difficulty. He grabbed a handful of Brigette's hair and snapped her head back so she was forced to look up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "Now I'm gonna fuck ya!"
Brigette grabbed Willard's wrist with both hands, keeping the pressure off her hair as he pulled her backward. Her legs tumbled out in front of her, slender thighs spread to expose her wanton, ever-hungry pussy.
"You're hurting me," Brigette said weakly, feeling her carefully made-up hairdo become disheveled, the bobby pins coming out so her luxurious, jet-black hair tumbled over her shoulders. "You don't have to do that."
"Shut up."
Brigette lay on her back on the hard rubber mat. She spread her legs for Willard as he got down, his cock glistening. When he let go of her hair, Brigette thought she was out of trouble, but then he slipped his fingers inside the black scarf knotted around her neck. He jerked on the scarf, causing Brigette to gasp in surprise.
"Now you're going to fuck me like a goddamn race horse or you'll be in big fuckin' trouble. Got it?"
"Yes. I understand."
Brigette reached down and grabbed the janitor's prick. It was hot in her palm as she guided his throbbing cock to the opening of her juicy fuck-hole. As soon as the prick-knob was against her pussylips, Willard threw his hips downward. His prick fucked into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh! Goddamn, you're hot! Goddamn tight, too!" he groaned, rubbing his prick around inside Brigette's juicy pussy. He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his cock, making him enjoy the fuck-ing even more than he had thought he would.
Brigette refused to kiss Willard. He could force her to give him a blow-job, and he could make her fuck him. But she wasn't-not under any circumstances or any threat-going to kiss him. She felt his lips on her cheek and neck, kissing her wetly, nibbling on her ear lobe. His prick began seesawing in her cunt as he fucked her slowly, deeply, letting her use her cunt muscles on every pulsating inch of his cock.
Even though she didn't want it to happen, Brigette's wanton, insatiable body began responding to Willard's prick. She hooked her ankles together behind his back, twisting and squirming her luscious ass on the rubber mat. Each powerful thrust of Willard's hips brought his throbbing prick charging down, prying apart her fiery cuntlips, spreading the walls of her pussy, making Brigette feel every subtle contour of his cock.
"Talk to me," Willard commanded. Brigette had her arms out, palms flat on th mat. Her tits were being crushed by Willard's sinewy chest as he heaved and grunted above her. She didn't want to talk to him for fear he would discover how turned-on she was getting from this forced fucking.
"Talk to me, you fuckin' cunt!" "Fuck me!" Brigette said, the words com-ing out of her mouth before she really had time to think about them. She wasn't saying anything she didn't feel deep inside herself. "Fuck me harder! Give me everything! I want your cock deep inside me!"
Brigette was torn apart with emotional conflicts. It even showed in her body as she writhed in blissful agony on the wrestling mat, taking Willard's cock into the seething recesses of her pussy. Her arms were extended straight out from her body so she wouldn't have to touch this awful old man who was forcing himself upon her. But her legs were wrapped around the man's body, locking him against her, forcing old Willard to keep his throbbing, pistoning prick deep in her seething, milking cunt.
Willard brought his hand up between their bodies, crushing Brigette's warm, soft tit. He dug his fingers deep into the luscious mound of tit flesh, feeling the nipple against his palm. Brigette squirmed on the wrestling mat, both hating the rough treatment he was giving her tit and enjoying the tingles that came from her abused nipple. Each time Willard's fingers squeezed into her tit, more pussy juice oozed from her overheated fuck-hole, making her writhe and jerk on the mat more furiously. The pounding, skewering cock kept rubbing slickly against her sizzling, coral-red clit, driving Brigette Mannon closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy where she would have no choice but to release her pent-up orgasm.
Brigette felt Willard's tongue slither inside her ear, sending hot, passionate shivers all through her body. Even though he was old, and his head was shaved completely bald, she had to admit that the janitor knew what to do with his cock. He pounded her, throwing his hips up and down to fuck his iron-hard prick hard and fast into her hungry, receptive pussy. He slammed down into her, plowing his cock into her cunt, forcing her slender thighs wider apart.
"Fuck meeee!" Brigette moaned weakly, rolling her head back and forth on the mat, sending her black, wavy hair swirling around her face.
It seemed that everything Willard did heightened Brigette's excitement. When he put his hands down and grabbed her asscheeks, pulling her ass up to meet his powerful fuck-thrusts, she crooned lustily. Her thighs squeezed his thrashing torso even more tightly. She felt Willard rubbing the straps of her lacy garter belt with his thumbs, his cock bucking and jerking in the seething recesses of her cunt-1 hole.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Willard grunted, pitching his hips with all the force in his body to ream the beautiful, big-titted librarian's fuck-hole with his prick. He slammed down into her, literally bouncing her off the floor with the force of his invasions of cockmeat.
"Cummmmmm!" Brigette gasped, her arms remaining outstretched.
She felt Willard's pricktip expand even more greatly, then begin gushing out streamers of gooey jism. The walls of her cunt got coated with the cum's slick essence as jets of spunk gushed from the janitor's balls, emptying into Brigette's pussy.
Brigette felt weak-kneed as Willard rolled off her. She lay on the mat, arms and legs spread out away from her body, creamy tits spread apart slightly from gravity as they rose and fell with her rapid, deep breathing.
"You surprised me," she managed to say through tingling lips. "I never thought you'd be that good."
Brigette waited until he had dressed and left her alone before she got up and walked staggeringly over to her red slip. Her whole body felt as though she had just run a marathon race. She didn't have any energy left. Pulling the slip over her head, Brigette adjusted the bodice properly, getting her huge tits comfortably in place.
At the front door of the high school, Brigette paused to look outside. It was dark, very dark, and she hoped there wasn't anyone lurking in the shadows outside.