David Crane

Schoolgirl peeper

CHAPTER ONE

Jennifer Hastings found it difficult to get through the day without playing with her pussy at least once. She was a very horny young lady, and it was rather surprising that she was still a virgin – but her cherry had only been preserved by the diligent manual attention that she paid to her crotch. No boy had even got her alone when she was too hot to turn him down, mainly because she always frigged herself off before she went out on a date. She had started masturbating in junior high, discovering the pleasures of self-stimulation almost, but not quite, by accident. She was amazed when the thrill of a climax came racing across her nubile loins; it had been so wonderful that as soon as she stopped panting, she did it all over again.

After that, she played with her pussy two or three times a week, at first, but as she grew older and hornier, she began to frig herself with greater regularity. By the time she was a sophomore, she was doing it every day and by the following year, she had commenced a twice-a-day routine.

She would do it first thing in the morning, while she was still groggy with sleep and the act had a dreamlike quality that she found pleasant, and would do it as the last thing at night, enjoying a long and leisurely hand-job as she drifted towards slumber. Sometimes she fell asleep before she came, but she didn't mind that – it was handy to wake up and discover that her hands were already cupped over her cunt, all ready to start frigging again.

Her cunt was exceptionally creamy.

When she came, cunt juice dripped from her fingers and trickled down into the crack of her ass and soaked the insides of her smooth thighs. She was not a particularly vain or conceited girl, but she was not given to false modesty, either, and she knew full well that she was possessed of a cunt of quality.

Some young man was going to strike it lucky.

The rest of Jennifer was nice, too. She was a tawny redhead, tall and nubile. Her waist was tiny, and her hips flared out in carnal contours that made men think of the treasure that lay between them. Her ass was full, shaped like a teardrop, firm and well packed, and her tits were large and thrusting.

She wore her red hair in a sweeping frame around her face and, with her high cheekbones and slightly slanted green eyes, she looked like a lioness, ready to gobble up unsuspecting prey. Those tilted eyes were green as jade and her mouth was wide and sensual.

As much as Jennifer frigged herself off, the sexy girl had inspired even more masturbation among her admirers.

Ninety percent of the boys in her class at school had, at one time or another, pulled their pricks while they thought about Jennifer Hastings in various ways, according to their tastes. They thought of that well-packed ass that seemed designed specifically to grind a man to a frazzle between her thighs and of those thighs, which had been formed so perfectly to act as hooks as they drew a man between them. They imagined how her tits would look, bared, as they industriously beat their meats and, the more depraved, or imaginative, or experienced ones, often fantasized about those sensual lips covering the heads of their pricks.