Back to Amy

The old janitor made his way back to the gym. He could hear Amy still under the bleachers, moaning about the joys of janitor fucking.

“Oh yeah,” sighed Amy, “stick it in me again. Ooo, polish that hard rod with my pussy! More, I need more janitors! Fill all my holes, you gorgeous studs!”

He joined her under the bleachers and found the sight of her even better than the sound. Amy was lying on her back. Her little skirt was flipped up so she could bury three fingers in her dripping wet pussy. Her tiny cheerleading top was pulled up and she was groping one of her big tits almost violently. She looked so good, Mr. Horner couldn't help pulling his semi-hard cock back out and stroking it slowly while watching her.

“Hi Amy. How're you... coming?”

“Unh... unh... Oh... hi Mr. Horner. I have... oh god... I think I have about five more minutes of fantasizing about all the hot janitors that I want... to fuck me.”

Mr. Horner ran the back of his hand over her exposed breast, sending a shudder through the girl. “Well, maybe you can fantasize about hot janitor action some more back at your place tonight.”

“Oh no... I... I wasn't planning to go back there.” Amy continued fingering herselft as she described her problem. “It's really crummy. Damn, I thought I'd be able to use the bone to... Unh! ...to find some place better.”

“Hmm,” said Mr. Horner. He put his cock back in his pants. “Well, maybe I can help you with that.”