Frank Levy: The voyeur teacher

Valerie grinned a knowing grin and licked her lips, her eyes bright and dark gleaming. She had been to Miss Ferguson's room for a glass of sherry before. "I'll be right up," she said with delight.

Mary Frances turned off the set and went back to her sitting room. She slipped out of her clothes quickly and put on a heavy brocaded dressing gown with a fur collar to wait for Valerie. A few minutes later, Valerie let herself in and shut the door behind her. She, too, was dressed in bathrobe and slippers. She had her toothbrush and toothpaste in her hand.

"Whatever did you bring that for?" Mary Frances asked in puzzlement.

Valerie grinned. "That new girl, the redhead, Belinda, had her door open, so I pretended that I was going down to the shower room to get ready for bed. She's creepy, Mary Frances. She looks like a million dollars with that creamy skin of hers and those big, soft tits, but she just sits and stares all the time unless you come up and talk to her. What's going on with her?"

"She's had a hard time, dear. You just leave her to me. She'll need a little taking care of before she gets used to the school." She got up and poured a single glass of sherry from the wine decanter on the sideboard. She took a tiny sip of the sweet wine and sat down on the couch. Valerie smiled as she patted the cushion next to her and invited her to join her.

They were soon drinking wine directly from each other's mouths, tongues darting back and forth between honey-sweet lips. Their hands went roving too, delving into their dressing gowns to discover the soft delights of their tits. And then lower and better, as gentle fingers tangled in the curls of their cunt hair and parted the soft moist lips of their pussies. Valerie felt the little rod of Mary Frances' clit throbbing under her fingertips, and her own little trigger was responding the same way to the older woman's caresses.

Mary Frances opened the girl's robe to expose her pert tits, the delicate tapering of her waist, the swell of her young hips and the dark nest of curls in her crotch. Valerie did the same for her, sighing inner pleasure at seeing the rich curves and full maturity of the older woman. She took one of Mary Frances' taut nipples into her hungry mouth and sucked its tender firmness against her tongue. Her fingers were infinitely gentle despite her eagerness as she cupped the woman's breast and caressed it for many minutes before she turned her attention to the other one. Mary Frances sighed, too, with satisfaction as she lay back and enjoyed the unhurried delights that only one woman can give to another. She felt the young girl's bush pressed moistly to her thigh as they lay together. It seemed to provide hours and hours of gently, insistently building pleasure. Valerie was young, but she had learned a lot and quickly from the older woman's techniques of love making.

Finally she slid her mouth down, pausing to kiss her navel and to dart her tingling tongue into its secret recess before she moved on her way to the target of her desire. Her pussy hair was like silk on her lips and tongue as she swept her tongue tip across Mary Frances' clit. It jerked under, her and throbbed as the passion mounted in Mary Frances. They moved faster now, hurrying on the heights of pleasure as their passion drove them on. Valerie's tongue dipped down into the well of cunt cream that had gathered below Mary Frances' cunt and lapped its musky fluid up over the lips of her quim to tickle her clit and bathe it in delight.

Mary Frances tossed her head back and forth on the cushion of the sofa and spread her cunt open. Valerie's tongue moved faster and faster as she brought the woman to a writhing pitch of passion. Her hips began to come up off the cushions, humping her cunt up at the girl's mouth, as Valerie licked and lapped and tongued and tickled.

Finally, Valerie seized the big clit between her lips and sucked on it. Mary Frances gasped in the shocking rush of lust that shook her body. She began to thrash in her orgasm as Valerie whipped her tongue tip across her clit and sucked in into her mouth. She gasped and moaned and choked and sobbed as the young girl brought her off again and again. Her white skin became blotched with the red patches of passion, her vision blurred, her legs shook and jerked, but Valerie went on and on, insistently, unceasingly, tonguing her clit.

Then suddenly Valerie let the rigid clit drop from her lips and pulled her body up on top of Mary Frances. She thrust her own hot trigger against the fat thumb of the other woman's clit and frantically rubbed them together in the slippery juice of the two cunts. She raised her head up, her eyes drunk with passion as she claimed her prize and frigged both of them on to an even higher, final, mind-shattering orgasm. She dropped finally from exhaustion onto the older woman's breasts and lay in deep relaxation on her ass they both panted for breath, spent in lust.

Oh yes, Mary Frances thought as she drifted off to sleep that night. She had everything that a lusty woman could desire. She had Kris to give her the hard, cunt-shaking fucks. She had her girls to give her the kind of gentle loving that made an orgasm like an avalanche. And she had her boys too the young horny teenage studs that she loved to play with.

Things went along just fine as usual for Miss Ferguson that fall semester. She introduced Kris to Valerie and enjoyed watching them fuck in bed with her. She got almost as much pleasure out of watching them fucking in Kris' room on the secret television system when him went to the trouble of sneaking Valerie into his room. She enjoyed it, so she let them think that they were getting away with it.

But toward Christmas she began to get a little dissatisfied. She was running out of one of her favorite pastimes – she had used up all the virgin boys in the school. So she went through the piles of applications in her files and selected out a few likely candidates and wrote off for their school records to see why they had been kicked out of their other schools and wanted to get into the Ferguson School. She smiled over the records of misdeeds and picked out one that looked very promising and wrote to the boy's parents to come for an interview.

His name was Peter Bates, a lean, fuzzy young man.

When young Peter got his first look at the headmistress, he typically concluded that she was a tight-used virgin who was going to be employed to make his life a little more miserable than it already was. Hell, this old douche bag was old enough to be his mother.

Mary Frances was mentally checking him out while he mistakenly assigned her to the realms of the hopelessly frigid. Blond hair – good, she liked blondes. She wondered if his soft, young, cock hair was blond, too. That excited her especially, as if she needed any special stimulation. Blue eyes, innocent looking, but not really – excellent. Fairly clean complexion she knew just the cure for those acne spats of frustrated lust. Nice, firm, supple body with developing muscles and broaden big shoulders, small waist and tight round ass, and that crotch – mouthwatering, she thought. So round, so firm, so fully packed! Watch yourself, Mary Frances, you're getting a little too slippery in the slit for your own good!

Mary Frances turned back to Peter's parents. "I think that we will be able to take Peter in hand and give him the kind of environment which will enable him to develop in a meaningful way as a fine young man. I understand that you have brought his belongings with you? Fine, Mr. Kristopoulos will show him to his room after you say goodbye."

Peter looked the gym teacher over, carefully checking for the little fag signs and waiting for that friendly pat on the ass that he had gotten from most of the other men teachers at the semi-reform schools he had attended before. Surprisingly, this guy seemed all right. At least he wouldn't have to watch out every minute in the shower room. Mr. Kristopoulos took him down the hall, through the cafeteria, to the hallway that led into the boys' dorm. Each boy had a separate, private room. Except for Mary Frances' television cameras, that is.