Most of us lead two lives -- real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of future wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies -- wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, an attractive social mistress has learned to be outward and honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is dedicated to become a sexually liberated soul -- a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of puritanism.
THE VOYEUR TEACHER deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate -- but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide their own standard of morality, just as the young woman in this book has done.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Mary Frances Ferguson, the headmistress of the Ferguson School, looked across her desk at the young man she was interviewing for the job of boys' physical education teacher. She felt a beginning tingling and a slight dampness in her panties. Damn! He sure looked just like what she had in mind!
He was a very handsome young man, blond hair, thick, but not too long, wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips, strong thighs, and a nice snug fullness between his legs.
His eyes were a deep slate blue and stared back at her with a slight dullness, just a hint of stupidity. She liked that. Miss Ferguson ran the show at her school, and she didn't want a man around that she couldn't control easily enough.
Kris Kristopoulos sat across from her and watched her looking at his file and back at him as if she were trying to match him up with the person described in there. He was sweating from nervousness. He needed a job pretty badly. He had gotten bounced from the job where he worked at his first school for committing certain improprieties.
Mary Frances tapped the folder with her fingernail.
"Mister, uh Kristopoulos, this letter of recommendation from the principal at your last school leaves a little to be desired."
Good! He flushed red as a beet!
"It says here, 'To whom it may concern, Mr. Kristopoulos worked for us for one year as a physical education instructor and as a teacher of biology and general science. We found him to be a good coach and an adequate teacher of science.' Sincerely, and so on."
He cleared his throat, and the perspiration began to pop out on his forehead.
"That doesn't say very much, now, does it? For example, why wasn't your contract renewed for this year?"
"We couldn't see eye-to-eye," he muttered and stuck his finger into the collar of his shirt and pulled it out to get a little more air.
"Oh really? What about?"
"There were some complaints over a personal matter," he said, his voice dwindling down at the end to a choked whisper.
"Well, I must know just what the nature of this conflict was at your previous employment."
"Yes, Miss Ferguson." He heaved a sigh. "It was trouble with a girl," he said.
"What kind of trouble?"
"Sex," he finally squeezed out, blushing so badly that he thought his whole head was going to swell up and pop with the blood that was rushing to his face.
"I see. Did you get her pregnant?"
"Oh, no. We, uh, I mean, uh, I was careful about that, but she told another girl and it got back to her parents. They, a, went to the principal, and he fired me."
"That is a very serious matter, indeed, Mr. Kristopoulos, but your honesty in dealing with me about it says a great deal for you. Naturally, we cannot afford to have such a thing happen at my school, and I am beginning to feel that you have learned your lesson, as they say, and will not be so foolish again."
"Oh, no, Miss Ferguson," he blurted, "You can be very sure of that! You can trust me!"
Mary Frances leaned back against a bookcase next to the window and faced Kristopoulos. She arched her back and stretched the material of her blouse over her tits until her nipples and the lace of her bra could be seen through the fabric. She knew that she had captured his complete attention by the way his tongue hung out.
"Sex can be used for therapeutic purposes," she said. "Sex is such a very very important part of the lives of young boys and girls, especially at the time of their lives when they are in our care. Don't you agree?"
God, she was stacked! he thought. He was getting conflicting signals from this broad, and he had better watch his step, he thought in his confusion. She took her glasses off and showed him a pair of dark, dark eyes. Her lips were getting redder, softer, and fuller, it seemed to him. Shit! She don't need a bunch of makeup. But her hair was still in that old-maid bun and the suit still covered her curves with only hints that they were in the right places with the right proportions.
"Wha-what did you say?" he said and continued to ogle her.
"I said that sex is probably the most important part of a teenage girl or boy's life. We as teachers simply cannot ignore that fact, don't you think?"
"Oh, no, of course not." What the hell is she talking about? he wondered.
She walked back to the desk in long, slow, graceful strides that showed off her legs and allowed her to swing that full, rounded ass of hers to perfection. She perched on the corner of the desk and hooked one foot behind the calf of the other leg. The pose allowed her skirt to pull up over her knee.
Kristopoulos was having trouble breathing regularly. She was turning so damned sexy right in front of his eyes, from a frumpish school mistress to a hot bitch. Each little movement was beginning to have its effects on him. His stomach muscles were tightening. And his cock was stiffening. She was sitting on the desk corner right in front of him, so there wasn't anything he could do to cover up his hard-on.
"I'm a qualified nurse as well as a teacher, you know," she said, swinging her long, lovely leg.
"Yeah?" he grunted, mesmerized by her seductive movements.
"Yes, I find it very helpful in dealing with the problems of my boys and girls. So many of their troubles from acne to study habits stem from sexual frustration."
He was beyond answering her now. He didn't know what the hell she was talking about, and he didn't give a shit anymore. His head was nodding up and down with the swing of her leg, and his mouth was hanging open. He was seeing nothing but the tight fullness of her thighs under that skirt, imagining the way her thighs must be rubbing on her fat, hairy nest, trapping her clit in there between her moist cunt-lips and rolling it back and forth with each swing. Her cunt must be wet and slippery, he thought.
Kristopoulos' cock finally worked under the leg band of his jockey shorts and stuck straight down the leg of his pants, the cock-knob swelling to its full size and beginning to leak pre-cum, soaking a big spot through his trousers. He was too far gone to try to hide it anymore.
Mary Frances had been watching his cock hardening down the length of his leg. Her eyes were glittered with pleasure when she saw the size of it. Her cunt cream had soaked through the two pairs of panties that she wore just for that reason. Her stiff cunt was being rubbed raw as she swung her leg back and forth faster and faster, almost ready to bring herself off to orgasm!
She stopped and pointed her foot a few inches from the head of his dong. He trembled like electricity was shooting through his body. She flicked up her leg so that the heel of the shoe caught under the shaft of his cock and ran along his cum tube back to his big balls. She stroked up and down the long rod, outlining it in his pants.
"You look pretty frustrated yourself, Kris," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "How long has it been since you've had a woman?"
He licked his lips and barely managed to croak, "Couple of days."
"A couple of days! My, that's far too long a time for a healthy young stud like you to go without, don't you think? Just look at how hard your cock is now. You're soaking right through your pants and making a mess out of them. How can you go back home with a big boner on in your trousers like that and all wet, too?"
"God, let me fuck you, lady! You want it, too, don't you? Just let me put it in for a quickie, okay?"
"I think we can do better than that, Kris. If you're as hung as it looks like you are from here, we can certainly do better than that. Come here and let Mary Frances see how bad it is. Let me make it all better for you, big boy!"
She got her hands on his cock and gave it a squeeze through his pants. God! It seemed to go on forever down his leg, and it was as hard as a crowbar, but thicker, much thicker! She cupped his big nuts in her hand, feeling them trapped in his pants as she pulled his belt open. He had the balls of a bull, packed with sperm, and she was eager to find out if he could fuck like a bull, too. She got his pants down to his knees, and his huge fucker jumped out.
Mary Frances was impressed! His cock was about as thick as her wrist and seemed a foot long! The head was uncovered, flaring out and deep red. Her fingernails stroked the thick blood vessels that squirmed under the surface of the skin of his cock like snakes as she tried to get it out of his jockey shorts.
He was absolutely unable to help her. The touch of her fingers on his prong was just too much. He was too wound up, too ready to go. She gripped his shaft, her fingers barely able to go all the way around its massive size. She was feverishly struggling to force it back under the band of his underwear so she could free it for herself. It was far too hard to bend, but her efforts, yanking and tugging on it were wildly exciting for him. His eyes rolled back some in his head, and his ass jerked forward in jogging, fucking motions, and he began to shoot off.
She felt like she had a hose broken loose in her hands. She felt the surges of his sperm pumping through his cum tube under her fingers. A white fountain of gushing cum spurted out of the wide silt at the tip of his cock head and blasted into the air. The first gush of his cream caught her right across her lips and hung like white, pearly ropes. She held onto the thing as the jets continued to spew out.
When he regained a little of his senses, he began to babble apologies. "Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself it felt so good, your hands touching my cock. I was so hot. I'm sorry I got your clothes all messed up."
She was still dazzled by his display of power. She had never seen a man shoot off like that before. So much jism! Such powerful spurts. And it was still hard and throbbing in her hands despite the slimy strands of cum dripping from its head!
"It's all right," she gasped. "Don't worry about my clothes. You're still hard. Can you?"
He felt her hands sliding up and down his joint in his thick cum and realized that she only wondered if he was good for more than one shot. He giggled stupidly.
"Oh, yeah, that don't count for nothing. Just clearing out the tubes you know. Now we can really get down to it!"
She was still fumbling at his dork, trying to get it out of his underwear. He brushed her hands aside and ripped his shorts off, releasing his cock.
"Lets fuck!" he said and reached for her tits. They felt as good to his hands as they had looked, so firm and high and full. She thrust her breasts forward for him to handle while she released her pinned up hair. It swept down over his hands like soft, dark waves, brushing over his wrists. His hands were fumbling at the buttons of her cum-spotted blouse, but they were too many and too small. She didn't mind at all when his thick, powerful fingers gave up and ripped the thin garment down the middle and released her breasts to his touch. She slid off the desk and stood up to offer her dark nipples to his lips while she tugged her skirt and panties off.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his teeth digging at the white skin of her tit. She shuddered in delight and ran her hands up under his shirt to feel the hairy skin covering the big muscles of his chest. He pulled her toward him, and she ground her hairy pussy on his legs and felt her clit throbbing against him. She swayed with dizziness at the thrills that ran through her body.
They separated as if at an unspoken command and stripped the rest of their clothing.
He was the stud she was looking for. He put his big hands on the soft flesh of her thighs and spread them wide open. He was amazed and delighted at the size of her clit. It stuck up out of her pussy like a little red thumb, twitching with desire for his lips. Her cunt hair was full and soft around the scarlet lips of her gash. She was dripping with hot cunt cream, clean and wet and hungry for him. He took one last lingering look and lowered his head into her honey pot.
Jesus! Did he love to lick out a creamy cunt like that! Her cunt juice was so tangy and musky with pure sex! It filled his nostrils and tingled on his tongue as he sent it lapping into the folds of her pussy. He darted his tongue into her hole, feeling the hot juices flooding out onto it, and then lapped it up over her hard clit. She moaned and tugged at his hair with her fingers, forcing his head down harder into her box. Her clit was throbbing as his tongue licked over the sensitive nubbin. She sucked in her breath and felt the first flash of orgasm burn over her body like fire.
It was one of those teasing orgasms of intense pleasure that shook her whole body like an earth tremor, but left her hotter than before. She stuck her tongue out and lashed it across her full lips as she thrust her cunt up to his face and ground her pulsing pussy across his lips and nose and tongue. She was delighted when his tongue whipped down into her hole and lapped up her juices and washed them over her clit.
She could have gone on like that all afternoon from one orgasm to the next, but she could tell from the way he was gasping and snuffling in her cunt that he needed to get off again, himself. Just one more, she thought, and held his head even tighter. She twitched her hips rapidly on the desktop so that her cunt snapped back and forth across the tip of his nose while his tongue was whipping around inside her cunt. She let out a piercing whine of pleasure as she came off again. Now she was ready for fucking!
She reluctantly let go of his head so that she could go from one pleasure to the next. He straightened up and brought his cock up to her cunt. The head of his prick seemed as broad as a doorknob and as hot as a blowtorch as he positioned it at the lips of her hole. He really had to push to get it into her box, but she began to push her ass up at him and twist it around in circles and his cock plowed its way in deep. He hit bottom finally, every inch of his dork crammed into her cunt. He felt the mouth of her womb jammed against the bead of his cock as he forced it up into her belly and lowered his lips onto her nipples.
He couldn't have fucked with the short, snappy strokes of a boy if he wanted to. It took him some time to pull that much shaft out of her cunt and send it slamming back into her with all of his weight behind it. He was fucking as fast and as hard as he could, but each stroke seemed to be drawn out forever for her pleasure.
She clamped down tight on him as he backed out at her box and forced her cunt down onto his steaming spoke, then popped her ass up at him as he slammed his fucker back into her. She felt another one of those teasing orgasms rushing out over her body, but this time she seemed to hold at the very peak of her climax.
She felt him swell up until she thought he was going to split her open, then the hard jerking pulses of his prick as his cum jetted into her. Her clit was buried in his cock hair, his belly hard on top of it and rolling it against him as he drove himself to the very utmost into her cunt. She screamed and burst into tears and moans as her whole body exploded like a bomb. He drove his cock deep into her cunt and gushed his jizz out in a load that was even bigger than his first one. She felt it spurting into her and running out of her cunt and down over his balls and her asshole in creamy waves. This guy could really fuck!
After a pleasant afternoon of breaking in her new gym teacher, Miss Ferguson showed him around her school. It was a small and select place, but it had everything that money could buy -- a gymnasium, classroom building, and the main building which housed the dormitories, administration offices, kitchen and commons room. This building was U-shaped with one wing for the girls' rooms and one for the boys. In the middle was the commons room and kitchen on one floor and Miss Ferguson's offices and private rooms on the second floor. Mary Frances showed Kris her bedroom and the sitting room with the big fireplace, but she didn't show him the special room that opened up behind her desk in her office. That was a special place, and she didn't let anyone in there.
School had not started yet, and there were only a few of the students around. The rest of them would be showing up the next week.
At dinner that night, Miss Ferguson noticed the way that Kristopoulos was looking at the few girls that were there. She couldn't believe it, but the big fucker was showing definite signs of getting horny again! She counted on her fingers the number of times that she had seen or felt him shoot off that very afternoon. She had to continue her count on her toes. She was pleased that he seemed to be insatiable, but she didn't want him to get the idea that he could try the same stunts that had gotten him fired from his last job. She called him back into her office after the meal.
His eyes lit up when she told him to come into her private room, but she splashed a little cold water on his ardor right away.
"No, Kris, I'm not in the mood for any more fucking right at the moment. I need to speak with you about the students before you get off on the wrong foot. I'm going to lay it right out on the line so that there will be no grounds for you to say that you didn't understand what I meant. If you cross that line, I will not only fire you, I'll make sure that you never get another job. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
"Yes, Mary Frances," Kris said and looked down at his shoes like a little boy called on the carpet in the principal's office.
"You are going to get enough pussy around her to keep fifty men satisfied, but you are going to get it only when and if and how I tell you you can. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mary Frances."
"Your first responsibility is to be ready to service me whenever I call on you. Your cock is mine to command. Now, there are plenty of girls here who will be in need of your services as well. Nice, young, teenage cunt, just the way you like it. But don't you lay a finger on a one of them until I tell you that you can. It'll be stud heaven for you, if you don't get greedy and fuck it up for yourself."
"Yes, Mary Frances."
"I'm not going to tell you how, but I have ways of knowing everything that goes on in this school. Every little thing. Don't try and pull any tricks on me if you know what's good for you."
"Yes, Mary Frances."
"If those girls get you so horny that you can't stand it any longer, you just come to Mary Frances, and she'll take the stiffness out of it for you," she smiled. "I saw the way you were looking at them at dinner. Which one did you like the best?"
"That dark-haired one, the older girl," he said eagerly.
"Valerie? I like your taste. You shall have Valerie, say next week, if you prove to me what a good boy you can be. How about that? Will that make a nice treat for the big cock?" she asked playfully.
He grabbed his crotch and massaged his hardening prong. "You're the best, Mary Frances, but she sure is a cute little piece!"
"Don't give me that crap," she said, but she was pleased at the compliment nonetheless. "You are hot after anything that's got a pussy between its legs, and you can't fool me with your flattery. Go on with you now, I know what a man likes. You like a little variety, don't you? One cunt is never enough to satisfy a man."
"Jeez! Miss Ferguson, you're the best boss a guy ever had!" He was grinning and rubbing his hand across the growing bulge in his pants.
"Come here, Kris, let me take care of that far you," she said with an answering smile. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants as he stood in front of her. His thick cock flapped out halfway up in her hands. She admired the brown curls of cock hair around its base and the awesome thickness and length of it even when it was still limber. She curled her fingers around the head and slipped his foreskin back to show the dark ruby color of the knob as it filled and swelled with blood.
She was getting in the mood pretty rapidly, but she had some other plans for that night, so she licked her lips and slid his cock into her mouth.
She ran the tip of her tongue around the crest of his cock head and flicked it back and forth across the narrow band of skin on the underside of his shaft.
Kris moaned in delight and held her head in his hands. He was careful not to cram the whole thing down her throat and choke her with it. She was the boss, after all. He waited until she had him throbbing with barely controllable passion, then she played with his nuts with both of her hands until she felt them churning around in their hairy sac. He was ready to blow off his load, so she pushed her head forward until his cock knob was pressed against the back of her throat. She took a deep breath and then forced his fucker into her throat. God Almighty! What a feeling! It was so damned tight back there, and her swallowing muscles just ate him right up, pulling and clamping on his prong and sucking the cum right out of his balls.
She fed him down her gullet until his cock head was somewhere inside her neck. Her tongue was lashing back and forth across his cum tube, and one hand was stroking his shaft while the other was juggling his balls for him. He roared like a lion and blasted off another load of his tangy jism, feeling it rushing along the length of his dong and getting pulled right out of him by her throat. She was tugging on his balls and twisting them, trying to squeeze the last drops of his cream out of him. It hurt a little, only because it felt so fucking good!!
When he had drained the last of his fuck juice into her mouth, she pulled him out with a plop and took a breath of air. Then she licked him clean and tucked his wilted dick back into his pants for him with a pat. He stood there while she zipped him back up, snapped his pants and buckled his belt for him.
"Run along now, Kris, and remember to be good, now!" She sent him off to his room where he spent the rest of the night with his worn out dick in his hand trying to make sure that the whole day wasn't just the wildest wet dream he had ever had in his life.
That wasn't enough to satisfy Mary Frances Ferguson, though. She went from her sitting room into the office and took out the key to the secret room behind her desk. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, flicking on the light switch to reveal a small television studio. Unknown to all the others at the Ferguson School, there was a complete television system set up in every room on the campus. Miniature television cameras were concealed in the ceilings and walls all over the place.
There was a bank of monitors at the control board and a big screen in the center. Mary Frances sat down in the big swivel chair in front of the control panel and turned on the system. Since there were few people in the school as yet, most of the monitors showed empty rooms.
Mary Frances turned the dials until Kris appeared on the big screen walking down the corridor in the boys' wing of the dormitories, headed toward his room. She followed him from one camera to the next until he got to his room. She turned the dial again, and another dormitory room sprang up on the screen, this one in the girls' wing of the building. A dark-haired girl was sitting at her desk, doodling on a pad of paper in front of her. Miss Ferguson turned up the magnification and saw that the girl was drawing big, fat cocks on the paper. Her other hand was down under the desk, but Mary Frances could guess what it was doing down there.
She reached forward and pressed the switch on the intercom. "Valerie?"
The girl jumped a little as the woman's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Yes, Miss Ferguson?" she said, but she didn't pull her fingers out of her cunt. She didn't know that Miss Mary Frances could see her as well as hear what was going on.
Mary Frances smiled as she saw the girl looking at the intercom box and diddling her own hot little box at the same time. She was pleased to see the fingers speeding up their strokes. She pressed down the bar, "Valerie, would you like to come up to my room? I thought we might share a glass of sherry together before bedtime."
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.
Miss Ferguson now hurried to her secret control room to see what she could see of young Peter. Kris had suggested to the boy that he take a shower and freshen up before dinner. The big Greek never even wondered why Miss Ferguson insisted that he have the new boys and girls shower when they first came in, but Mary Frances just couldn't wait to watch them strip off on her private television system. She tuned in on Peter just as he was checking the door and preparing to take his clothes off. She settled down to watch, hiking up her skirt in anticipation.
The young boy unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his broad but still boyish shoulders. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off, kicking his loafers off at the same time. As he stood to fold his pants across a chair, Miss Ferguson breathed deeply in satisfaction at the promising swell in his underpants. He slipped his thumbs under the elastic band at the top and pulled them don. Holy Mary! He was very well hung indeed for a boy his age, and his young cock hair was as blond as she could have wanted. He tugged on his dick for a moment and sent his secret observer into a complete frenzy.
Miss Ferguson yanked down her two pairs of panties, leaving a streak of glistening cunt juice down each of her firm, full thighs. She kicked the cream-soaked panties away and spread her legs. Her clit was up and throbbing its little head off, and it was like a fuse about to set off a stick of dynamite.
As the boy opened his suitcase and took out his soap and shampoo, she tenderly touched her fingertips on her little clit and shuddered at the thrill that raced through her body. She loved young virgin boys, and this one looked like he was just what she had been missing. She longed to hook her legs around his body and beat her heels on his little butt as he pounded his prick into her creamy cunt. She stroked herself with one tip of a finger on each side of her cunt. Her breathing was becoming ragged as her excitement mounted.
Peter put on his bathrobe and started out for the shower room at the end of the hall. She flicked from one camera to the next, keeping him in view the whole way until he was in the gang shower and once again naked for her hungry eyes to devour. He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature and began soaping up his handsome young body. This was one of her favorite parts of all the special television watching she did. She loved to watch the boys and girls when they thought that they were completely alone. She loved to see the ways that they touched their own bodies, the ways their fingers would trace over the fresh, ripe flesh, caressing themselves just the way they liked the best of all. She took careful mental notes on each one and later astonished them with the way she seemed to know just how to excite them the special ways they knew best.
Young Peter spent a considerable time washing his belly then he soaped his crotch lovingly.
Mary Frances frigged herself harder now, feeling his cock and balls in her hands as if she were the one who was washing him with such tender care. The steam from the shower was beginning to fog up the camera lens now, and the image of the handsome young boy was disappearing in the clouds of steam in the shower room.
Miss Ferguson was quivering on the edge of orgasm when the boy faded out of sight. She cursed under her breath and reached into a drawer next to her chair and took out her favorite dildo. This useful tool had a patch of firm rubber spikes that stuck out the top of the base, right where her horny clit could rub when the whole length of the rubber dong was in her cunt. She didn't need any lubrication as usual. Her cunt was already overflowing with slippery juice from frigging herself while she watched the naked boy taking his shower.
She was getting super hot and horny now, so she rammed the dildo in its full ten inches and squeezed the firm rubber thrillers down on her clit. She went wild in the chair, her feet up on the control panel in front of her and her ass bouncing around on the swivel chair until she almost tipped over backwards. The rubber spikes felt like a million little pricks, each one rubbing its shaft over her giant clit. She gasped and shook and started out on a long, drawn-out orgasm, thinking of the promises that the boy's body held out for her in the future. Her mouth opened, and she licked at the tops of her tits, madly trying to get her nipples into her mouth, but unwilling to let go of the thrilling tool for a second.
She fucked the plastic dong in and out of her gushing pussy as hard and as fast as she could go, slamming the rubbery knobs against her clit at the end of each thrust and riding the long cresting wave of her orgasm higher and higher.
She threw back her head, shaking loose her long dark hair and breathing deeply in her satisfaction. Her skin flushed with her excitement, sweating tiny, glistening drops of salty dew over her aching, fulfilled body. Yes, he would do very well indeed. He would do very, very well. She must make her plans very carefully, to make sure that she drew out every last drop of pleasure from the process of taking his cherry and turning him into a man.
At dinner that night, Peter discovered that the school was as small and select as it had been advertised. There were only fifteen boys and fifteen girls in the whole place. They ate dinner at two long tables. Miss Ferguson sat at the head of the boys' table and Mr. Kristopoulos sat with the girls. Peter spent most of the dinner looking at the people he would be spending his time with in the future.
The girls at the other table were really something else. There were all types, blondes, brunettes, and redheads, but they all had one thing in common -- they were fucking gorgeous! Peter had never seen such a group of good-looking girls in one place before and not a single loser in the whole bunch. All that prime, luscious pussy, and every bit of it probably going to waste, he thought. God, would he like to get just one of them alone in a nice, quiet, dark place.
"Peter, you don't seem to be very hungry. Doesn't the food appeal to you?" Miss Ferguson asked him.
"Oh, yeah, sure, tastes fine, I guess I just..."
"Yes, Ma'am, Peter," she said with her lips tightening just a little.
"Huh?"
"You will say, yes, Ma'am, Peter, not yeah, when you address me in the future."
"Oh, yeah, sure, uh, I mean, yes, Ma'am," he stammered.
"And you will stand when you address me," she added.
He blushed furiously. That was just what he was in no condition to do at the moment. His cock was sticking straight out in his pants. If he stood up, there was no way that he could hide such a raging hard-on as he had then.
"Stand up, Peter."
Jeez! His cock was as hard as it would get. He pushed his chair back and stood up holding his napkin in front of his bulging crotch as casually as he could. Every boy and girl in the room was looking right at him. He could feel their curious eyes riveted on him.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said and started to sit down.
"Just a moment, Peter," she said. "I want to ask you about the food."
"It's fine, I just..."
"Wipe your lips, please, you have some gravy on your mouth."
Christ! There was no way out of it. He wiped his mouth with his napkin as fast as he could, but he knew that every one of them had got a good look at his straining dork trying to bust open his zipper. He could even feel a spot of juice soaking through his pants from the head of his cock.
"You may be seated, Peter." She said it with a perfectly even voice and not a trace of anger on her mouth or a smile either, but her eyes glittered at him a little. He was sweating with embarrassment.
The reactions of the boys and girls could be divided into three groups. About a third of them had little smiles on their faces. They knew what Miss Ferguson was up to and enjoyed it along with her. Another third looked nervous. They were the ones who had had some experience with Miss Ferguson, but didn't yet know that anyone else had. The rest looked as confused and embarrassed as Peter himself.
Mary Frances herself was delighted to see what a horny little boy the new one was. Getting a boner on at the dining table the very first night. Excellent! For now, she would let him stew in his own juices for a while. It certainly looked like he had enough juices of his own. She would get her jollies watching him jerk off in the supposed privacy of his bedroom until she was ready to start playing around with him, exciting him to fever pitch and dropping little hints of the possibilities for the future.
Tonight, Mary Frances had other matters to attend to. She had one of the girls just to the stage of harvesting, as she put it. It was the busty redhead that Peter had been staring at as a matter of fact. She thought for a moment of the picture of Peter's blond cock hair mingling with the hairy red bush of Belinda's plump pussy, and the vision was enough to get her clit hard and throbbing for satisfaction immediately. That experiment would have to wait for awhile. Belinda was the target for tonight for Miss Ferguson's passions.
The beautiful Belinda was sweet sixteen, but she had been more than kissed. In fact she had been raped by her older brother. She had utterly worshipped her older brother, Brant. He was so manly, so handsome, so suave. A few months earlier he had even invited her to join him and his date with her date for a trip. Belinda had been delighted and excited. She and her date would have a great time with Brant and his girl, smoke a few joints, drink a little wine, make out under the big moon and stars. It hadn't worked out that way.
Belinda was a happy, sexy girl in her young way, but she wasn't ready for what had happened. Her brother and his girl had suggested that they all go in for a skinny dip. That was fine. She had done that lots of times before.
But when they came out, Brant and his girl didn't just make out on the blanket -- they fucked like a couple of rabbits. Belinda was a little put off. But Brant and the others had gotten drunk and high on pot. Then Brant wanted to switch. He hadn't even acted like he knew who she was, just another cunt for his hot cock. He was so strong and so heavy hung.
Belinda loved him, but not like that, not then, not in front of the others. She had cried and pleaded with him, but the others, her date and Brant's date, had held her down while her brother's dark shape blotted out the bright moon. He had taken her virginity. It hurt so terribly at first, tearing and ripping her tender flesh, his huge prong like a steel crowbar plunging into her body. And then in the blood and tears, in spite of her honor, her body had responded to his. She denied it. It couldn't happen. It couldn't be happening to her, not Brant, not her own brother, not this way.
When it was over they had taken her home. She hadn't cried or told on him or anything like that.
Belinda just curled up inside herself into a numb ball and stayed that way for months. She wouldn't talk to anyone, took no interest in what went on around her.
She ended up at Miss Ferguson's school. Mary Frances was enchanted by her creamy beauty and the marvelously rich red hair. They talked many nights, late into the night in front of the bright flames of the fire in the huge old-fashioned fireplace in Miss Ferguson's sitting room.
"You were hurt by a boy, weren't you, Belinda, my dear. But I know that that isn't what is bothering you, is it, dear?"
A tiny nod, a slight trembling of the lush, red, young lips.
"The boy who hurt you was your brother, Brant. You love Brant very much, don't you dear? I have seen his picture. He is a very handsome boy, and you love him and respect him and look up to him. When he hurt you, it was so very much worse than just any boy being bad to you, wasn't it?"
A single silver tear ran down her cheek. She nodded.
"But that is not what is so bad, is it, my darling child?" They had never gone so far before in the gentle process of uncovering the girl's psychic wound. The girl shook her head.
"You still love him, and you realize now that you wanted him to love you all the way, but not the way he did. Not rough, not with other people, not without telling you the way he felt first."
The girl opened her mouth and twisted it into a great heaving hiccupping sob of relief and sorrow. Someone knew how she felt, what she felt.
Tonight, tonight the new boy who was so horny would have to wait his turn. Tonight she would heal the girl's pain and bring her new pleasure and joy in life. Miss Ferguson waited impatiently for lights-out time, stirred the fire and put on a new log, waited for the gentle knock on the door of her sitting room. Belinda came in, her deep red hair down around her shoulders, her firm fresh body clean and covered only by a dressing gown of soft flannel.
Miss Ferguson was also undressed. She sat the girl down beside her on the rug in front of the fire. She curled her feet up under her and put her arm around Belinda, just two girls having a heart to heart talk in front of the dancing flames of a cozy fire.
But they didn't talk much.
Mary Frances put both of her arms around Belinda and just held her for awhile, gently rocking her body back and forth until she felt the quivering and tension draining from the girl. Belinda lifted her face up to Mary Frances with full, smoky, sleepy eyes and opened her lips. Miss Ferguson lowered her own full mouth down, touching lip to lip in an electric brushing of the sensitive surfaces. Then she kissed with more warmth, feeling the girl yield herself, her tongue just exposed between her teeth. Mary Frances licked at it, and tasted the clear, clean moisture of the girl's mouth for the first time. She restrained her passion until she felt the girl open her mouth further and venture her own tongue out to meet Mary Frances'. She sucked Belinda's tongue into her mouth and let her explore it to her own satisfaction. Then she plunged her tongue into the mouth of the young girl, hearing her moan in her excitement, her surrender to the sexual passion which was building up inside her body.
Mary Frances pulled her mouth away and kissed the girl's cheek and then over to her earlobe which her tongue tickled and her mouth sucked, nibbling at the delicate flesh with the tips of her teeth. Her own passion was getting away from her control. She pushed the girl gently down onto the rug, sliding one hand into the opening of Belinda's dressing gown and feeling her warm, soft, smooth flesh waiting there for her touch. Her mouth nibbled and kissed its way down the girl's pulsing throat, feeling the beat of her pulse growing faster as she surrendered to the need she felt so strongly.
Mary Frances slid her hand in further and cupped the soft globe of one of the girl's breasts in her hand, cradling its firm weight and the warm blood that raced through the fine blue veins of her delicate skin. The nipple erected, hard and taut with urgent need under the gentle caress of her fingertips. Her lips were down now to the delicate ridge of the girl's collarbone, to the edge of her dressing gown. Slowly, smoothly, she peeled the lapel of the gown back revealing the milky white skin of a perfect redhead. No freckles, just the creamy delicate shadow of a tan masking the pink glow of the girl's health shining through. She opened the gown further until both of the girl's young, full breasts were open to her sight. They were perfect beautiful mounds of sensitive flesh, so delicate and defenseless beneath her lips and tongue, warm with the girl's throbbing desire and taut with the tension of unfulfilled need. She kissed one nipple and felt the firm flesh harden still more between her hot lips and darting tongue.
Belinda was panting with the pleasure that Miss Ferguson was giving her. If only Brant had been this loving, if only he had been this tender, how wonderful it would have been! But just then she didn't want her brother; she wanted Miss Ferguson. The older woman was setting her body on fire.
Belinda turned to the woman and opened her gown all the way, seeing the big, firm breasts swing free together before her hungry eyes. She wanted to suck on the big, broad, dark nipples that pointed Miss Ferguson's big womanly breasts. They were so beautiful, unlike what she thought her own, smaller tighter breasts looked like to her. These breasts were the tits of a mature woman, a woman of passion and experience, a woman who could do things to her body that she had never dreamed possible.
She nuzzled her face in between the soft pillows and turned to take one of the large nipples into her mouth, feeling it harden in response to her attack. Now it was her turn to push the older woman back onto the rug and demand that she yield to the desires that she felt within herself. Her passion overpowered her. She sucked the nipples first of one and then the other tit into her mouth in hungry eagerness to taste their fruits. She was in a hurry. She wanted to go all the way, experience all that the older woman had to teach her. She pulled back the gown and laid her woman lover naked before her eyes.
God! Belinda had never seen anything so beautiful in her whole life. Such perfection! The huge fullness of her breasts, her taut nipples, the soft smoothness of her ribs tapering down to the neat circle of her waist. Her belly button was a well of hidden secrets in the gentle upward swell of her woman-belly with its gentle sloping down to the dark thicket of her sex. Her hips swelled out from her tight waist in full luscious curves of womanhood to her round, full thighs and long, smooth legs, but her eyes returned again and again to the hidden nest of her pussy hair.
Belinda imitated the motions of Miss Ferguson and kissed her way down her chest to her belly until her nose was tickled by the wiry dark hairs that cushioned and hid her cunt. Then she was frightened. She didn't know what to do how to investigate the treasure that awaited her hungry mouth without seeming to be ravenously lustful. She withdrew, shaken by her own deeply felt desires.
Mary Frances lay back and let the young girl take the initiative, wanting to see how far she would go on her own. How far her natural instincts would take her. She felt the moment of hesitation and took the girl into her arms once again and hugged her close, pulling herself up over the girl's now tense body, kissing her mouth to mouth with slow but deep passion until she felt the last of the unsureness pass away. Then she kissed her own way down way down the virginal trail from nipples to cunt, feeling the desire mount in the girl as her breathing became faster and shallower. She put her hands on each of the girl's thighs and let her tongue plow through the clump of soft red cunt hair until she felt the tip of it part the plump outer lips of the girl's pussy and touch the tip of her clitoris.
She kept her mouth and tongue in the same position as she swung her body over Belinda. Gently she pulled her legs apart, opening her cunt to her searching mouth. The girl was hot and wet with passion already. Mary Frances licked up the glistening dew on her tongue and lapped it over the hardening bump of the girl's little clit. It was much smaller than Mary Frances', hardly more than a fingertip urgent in its wants between the juicy lips of the girl's quim. She dipped down momentarily for the pleasure of licking her sensitive tongue across the opening of the violated cunt hole. It was relaxed and open to her attack, but she preferred to concentrate her attention on Belinda's throbbing clit.
Then she lowered her own dripping pussy down to Belinda's hungry mouth. Belinda was swept up on a giant wave of sexual arousal and plunged her tongue into the older woman's pussy, licking and sucking on the woman's amazingly long clit. It stuck out between her cunt lips so that she could actually take it into her mouth and suck on its hard little shaft. She buried her bare face in the creamy pussy and devoured as much of the slippery cunt juice as she could lap up and swallow. Soon she was covered with cunt drippings from ear to ear, but she was only aware of the electric tingling of her tongue and mouth as it worked over the hairy lips and wet cunt above her. Her own box was wi de open and filling with that heavy urgent feeling she had not had since that night on the beach with her brother Brant.
In her passion she didn't forget Mary Frances, though. She tried to bury her whole head up inside the cunt of the woman who had saved her soul. She would had cut her own wrists gladly if Miss Ferguson had wanted her too, but fortunately Mary Frances only wanted a good muff-dive for herself. And Belinda gave her the best that her virginal mind could think of, following the lead and the moves that the older woman had made on her. She felt the warm, wet cunt ooze down into her mouth and felt the body above her thrashing in climax along with hers. Their twin orgasms lasted for a million years, it seemed to Belinda. It was far, far better than anything the boys she had dated had been able to give her. Of course she had only let them play with her clit with their hands she had never had anyone go down on her before. She made up her mind that this certainly wasn't going to be the last time.
Mary Frances and Belinda lay together on the rug in front of the fire for a long time, gently licking and kissing each other's pussies as the force of their climaxes slowly left them. Then they turned face to face and kissed so deeply that Belinda thought that her heart was going to leap out of her panting body and be devoured by Miss Ferguson. Then finally, sleepy and dazed with total release and fulfillment, Belinda toddled off to bed after one last hug and kiss from her new found friend and lover. She was starry-eyed with the new feelings which had been turned loose inside her and found herself completely enslaved to Miss Ferguson.
Chapter Four
Peter sat in class the next morning looking over the other students again. He hadn't slept very well the night before. He rubbed his eyes and tried to stay alert. All the kids were in the same classes. Miss Ferguson taught the morning classes, English, French, history then they had lunch. In the afternoon, Mr. Kristopoulos taught science and physical education. Of course, Miss Ferguson taught the girls' P.E. class.
There was that good-looking red-haired girl sitting across from him. She had the creamiest, faintly golden skin he had ever seen, and God! What a pair of knockers she had on her! He bet that her cunt was just as smooth and soft as the rest of her skin, but juicier and redder with curly red hairs all over her plump pussy! He felt his cock stirring again in his pants.
One other girl really turned him on. Her name was Valerie, he had discovered. Her hair was as jet black. She was thin while the other girl was soft and round, but Valerie's tits stuck up pert and delicious. But her mouth was full and rich red, and her eyes were simply enormous and as black as her hair.
Which one would be better? The red-haired girl named Belinda, all soft and cuddly and generously rounded, or the dark girl, Valerie, with her hot twitching butt and boobs like snow cones? Valerie looked like she knew a lot more about the old game than Belinda did. Belinda was so quiet and dreamy-looking, but Valerie's eyes were snapping with hidden excitement every time she looked at one of the boys, even Peter.
Peter squirmed his ass against the seat of his chair, his cock coming up hard and juicy no matter how much he tried to keep his mind on school. Yes, Valerie made all kinds of sexy promises and hints with that tight little body of hers every time she just fucking breathed! He would have to introduce himself to her and see if he could make any time with her.
Miss Ferguson was trying to get through an explanation of some French verbs, but she could see the eyes of the boys and girls glazing over one after the other. They might be interested in a lot of things, but French verbs weren't one of them.
Peter began daydreaming. He imagined himself on a remote tropical island with a beautiful dark-haired girl. In his fantasy, he began slowly caressing his cock.
In short time he felt the tremendous load in his balls moving up to the root of his prong and the first jerkings that preceded the surges of sperm that he was going to blast out. He bit his lip and imagined he was coming in a cunt. He fucked his hips forward and shot his first jet of cream! He was cumming.
French class! Peter's eyes snapped open as he realized too late where he was. He couldn't stop now. He creamed off in his pants. He just sat there with a stupid look on his face as his pecker pumped the sticky stuff out into his underwear. The sweat was pouring off his face as the jism poured out of his prick. He was soaking right through the front of his pants. What in the hell was he going to do? If he thought he had managed to embarrass the shit out of himself the night before, it was nothing compared to the mess he was in now.
He saw a movement beside him. The dark-haired girl had dropped her pencil on the floor. She was leaning out of her desk to pick it up, but her wicked black eyes were taking in a close-up look at him cum-stained crotch and hard cock inside. She grinned lewdly when she lifted her head back up. She had seen everything! His face flushed deep red and tears stood in his eyes. She would make fun of him, tell all the girls, and the girls would tell their boyfriends that the new boy had come in his pants in the middle of class.
Oh, God, I wish I was dead, he thought. But then Valerie pulled a big handkerchief out of her purse and wadded it up into a little ball in her hand. She leaned over to his desk and pretended to be checking something on the page of the book open in front of him. When she took her hand away, the handkerchief was left behind. She winked at him with one of her huge, black eyes and turned to face Miss Ferguson who was talking about some damned thing or other.
Peter grabbed the handkerchief and stuffed it into his pants, mopping up the load of cum as quickly as he could before anybody else got wise to what had happened to him. It didn't show too badly through his pants once his cock had shriveled. He left the handkerchief stuffed in his jockey shorts and looked at Valerie. She put her finger to her lips. She would keep quiet about it. He was going to have to talk to her, thank her for helping him out. She looked like the kind of girl he could talk to about sex without having her faint on his hands. Maybe that tough little body of hers promised more than the creamy redhead's did, anyway. She looked a hell of a lot more interested, and witchy, too!
Chapter Five
"I may be over thirty, darling, but I'm not blind!" Miss Ferguson said with a smirk.
"I thought I saw a slight flush come into your cheeks, Miss Ferguson," Valerie replied sweetly.
"You want him, don't you?"
"You bet your ass I do!"
Miss Ferguson nodded her head with satisfaction. She had asked Valerie to stay behind after the girl's volleyball game that afternoon. They were standing in the shade from the gym, both of them hot and sweaty from their exercise and both of them sizing each other up concerning their positions in the sweepstakes that had Peter Bates as the first prize. They had few secrets from each other. They had been to bed together and had shared the massive Kris together. They didn't dislike each other, far from it. They were more like two athletes who respected each other's skills and strengths.
"You know, Valerie, I think he's a virgin."
Valerie cocked her head to one side and looked at the older woman. "What makes you think that?"
"My dear, I can just smell the cherry on him. He's quite excitable sexually, you must admit. I think he's straining at the leash so much because he hasn't yet run his first race."
"And?"
"And how would you like to take that sweet, fresh little cherry?"
Valerie smiled and narrowed her eyes with suspicion. This was going to be too easy. There had to be a catch in it somewhere if she knew Miss Ferguson. "I thought you always got all the cherries around here, Miss Ferguson."
"I usually arrange things that way, but this time I want to supervise everything and sort of conduct his seduction like a conductor leading an orchestra, with me as the only audience, of course. I want to see you seduce him, but just the way that I tell you to do. Does that sound agreeable to you, Valerie, dear?"
"I'm not sure just what you have in mind."
"It's really quite simple. I want to tease the boy until he's walking around with his cock sticking out of his pants twenty-four hours a day. I want to see him stepping on his tongue as he drools for your body, darling. I get a great pleasure from watching the adolescent male quivering with lust."
"What do I get out of besides his cherry?"
"I've observed that Kris seems to be more interested in you than the other girls we have now. Yes, I know all about your visit to his bedroom the other night, and he didn't tell me about it. Now, ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. How would you like to have a little more time with Kris' big dick?"
Valerie licked her lips. "Now, that's more like it!"
"Come on, dear, let's shower and freshen up."
They entered the girls' locker room just as the last of the girls were blowing their hair dry. Belinda was the last one to leave, her thick red hair glowing in the light. Miss Ferguson liked to run her fingers through that hair. She had a little surprise coming up for Belinda, but the time was not quite ripe to tell her about it. She had been writing to Belinda's parents to arrange it. Mary Frances felt that aching full sensation in her clit as she thought of her plans. She waved to Belinda as the luscious redhead left.
Valerie was stripping off her blouse. Her dark tan was glowing in the heat of the exercise. She had dark stubble under her arms, moistened by the sweat. Mary Frances liked her girls to be clean shaven under their arms and made a note to herself to remind Valerie. The young girl's bra was just a simple cotton thing, no frills or lace on it. She hardly even needed it since her fresh young tits stood up so taut and fine by themselves. Valerie unhooked the bra and let it slide down her arms. There they were, those sharp little tits with such large nipples for a young girl. By the time that she was fully developed, she would have very large tits, but Mary Frances was plenty satisfied with the way they looked right now. Her nipples were a dark dusky rose in color, almost smokey in shade. The flesh around them was much lighter than the skin of her tanned shoulders and firm belly.
Valerie unsnapped her shorts and dropped them down her smooth lean legs. Mary Frances began to take deeper breaths. She especially liked legs like Valerie's. The thin, slim graceful ones that are just on the edge of taking on their full feminine roundness. All the shape was there, but just as a promise, a hint of what was to come.
Valerie's panties were just like her bra, simple, white cotton briefs, no frills, no lace. A little girl's panties but not on a little girl's body. The mound of her pussy stuck out from under her flat belly. The firm globes of her young ass stretched the white fabric in the back. There was not a wrinkle, not a stretch mark, not a flaw in the smooth fresh flesh. The sweat had made her panties slightly transparent. Miss Ferguson could see the dark thicket of tangled pussy hair under the thin cloth. Valerie looked up at her. Her black eyes flashed with mischief.
"I thought you were going to take a shower, too."
Mary Frances realized that she had been just standing there admiring the girl's figure and had forgotten to take her own clothes off. She began to fumble at her blouse buttons and had to press her legs together to give herself some relief from the insistent throbbing of her clit.
Mary Frances pulled off her blouse as quickly as she could manage. She was getting very excited from looking at Valerie's very willing body. She hadn't planned on a session with Valerie, but it looked like it was just going to be necessary. She felt her nipples come erect even before she could get her bra off. Her full breasts still had all of their youthful shape too. She stroked herself proud of the way she had taken good care not to get sloppy-looking. Her fingertips touched her jutting nipples and sent a shiver of pleasure thrilling through her body.
Mary Frances finished undressing and stroked her hand through her pussy hair and spread the lips of her cunt. She stuck her tongue tip out of her mouth and bit down on it as the passion mounted in her. Her eyes were getting cloudy with sex as she eyed Valerie. The young girl grinned wickedly and flounced into the shower stall, swishing her little ass behind her. Miss Ferguson grinned and followed right behind.
The showers were set up with walls between them and two sets of curtains. The first set opened on a little area where the girls could take their clothes off in private and hang up a bathrobe. The second set opened into the shower. All arranged for the maximum of privacy. It helped to ease the nerves of the new girls, the ones who didn't know that they were on display on Miss Ferguson's private television network. Mary Frances pulled both sets of curtains shut behind them just in case one of the more innocent girls just happened to come wandering in for some reason.
Valerie had the shower on, and she had it so hot that the water was half steam. Miss Ferguson gasped with shock as the first blast of the shower struck her legs. It damned near took her skin off, but after a few seconds of getting used to it, she plunged in and moved around under it with the smaller girl. The heat was intoxicating!
Valerie had taken the bottle of shampoo and drowned her thick dark hair in it. She worked up clouds and clouds of lather until it was pouring down over her slim body. She always wasted the shampoo. Mary Frances poured the rest of it on her own head and scrubbed her fingers into her hair. She had her eyes closed when Valerie began to rub her soapy body against hers. Valerie was really hunching her hot little box against the older woman's thigh. It was just like her to do it when Mary Frances had soap over her eyes.
Miss Ferguson ducked her head under the shower and rinsed the shampoo out while Valerie tickled at her clit with her fingers. She was shaking in passion. Damn the tricky little wench for getting her like this and ruining her dignity. She shook her head as she rinsed the last of the shampoo out. She didn't care. She liked a girl with spirit -- a girl who would claim what she wanted and take the initiative.
She opened her eyes to look dawn into Valerie's crooked grin. Valerie had her fingers into Mary Frances' cunt and was stoking her throbbing clit just right, pulling gently on it and arousing it more and more. Just as Mary Frances was reaching for her, she slipped away and squatted down in the shower stall. She buried her long tongue in Miss Ferguson's cunt and licked rapidly across the jumping trigger. Miss Ferguson gasped and staggered back against the wall of the shower stall.
She clutched Valerie's wet hair in her fingers and felt the girl's head bobbing as she lapped her hot tongue in Miss Ferguson's steaming muff.
Mary Frances was more than ready by then. She moaned and stood on her tip toes with her back against the wall. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth and twisted around like she was eating out a cunt herself. Great shaking spasms ran through her body, and she forced Valerie's tongue hard against her clit. She ground the girl's face into her pussy and came and came until she thought she was going to collapse into a heap on the bottom of the shower.
When she had finished, Valerie pulled her head away from the woman's soapy cunt and stood back up. The water was still streaming down on them from the shower, and it was washing the creamy cunt juice off her lips. She turned the water off and pulled Miss Ferguson out of the shower stall. Mary Frances was in no mood to argue or worry about anyone who might walk in on them. She allowed Valerie to lead her to one of the wooden benches and lay down on it. She spread her legs on each side and threw her head back, her eyes staring at the ceiling.
She wasn't staring at the ceiling for long. Valerie straddled her legs over Mary Frances' head and lowered her own cunt down to the older woman's mouth. Miss Ferguson stuck her tongue out and opened the young girl's cunt lips with the tip. They were stuck together a little with all the cunt juice she had been oozing while she lapped Miss Ferguson's pussy. It was sweet and clear and tangy. Mary Frances lapped her tongue over the girl's little clit, then buried as much as she could of her tongue up into the girl's cunt hole. She sucked the sweet juice out and lapped it over the hot little trigger. Valerie moaned and twisted her little hips around in a soft bump and grind.
Valerie lowered her own face down into the spread cunt in front of her on the bench. She loved to sixty-nine best of all. It was like sucking her own clit, somehow, when Miss Ferguson did her while she went down on the other woman. Mary Frances had already climaxed once, but Valerie knew that she could be brought to an orgasm again and again by her trained tonguing. She set to work on Miss Ferguson's creamy cunt and was rewarded by Mary Frances' frantic licking and sucking in her own muff.
This time they were both getting there at the same time. Mary Frances was the hotter of the two, but Valerie was close behind her. They both had their fingers locked onto each other's hips and were going wild with their tongues. Valerie had her sharp little nose in Mary Frances' cunt hole while her tongue whipped at the big clit like a string on a toy top. Mary Frances was moaning into Valerie's cunt and eating it out like the expert that she was. It tasted so good, so creamy and sweet! She licked up the cunt juice and swallowed it down as fast as she could and lapped for more.
Then she pulled her legs up off the bench and locked them around Valerie's head. She just had to. She was about to climax and she just couldn't take the chance that the cunt lapping would stop for an instant.
Valerie felt the same way. She just sat down on Mary Frances' face and ground her wet cunt right down on her mouth and nose. She felt that frigging tongue thrusting up into her cunt hole while her clit was rubbing back and forth on Miss Ferguson's chin. She was going to come. Sweet Jesus, was she ever coming. She felt her cunt squeezing down on the slippery tongue and her clit throbbing and jerking. Then her whole belly seemed to swell and release a flood of cunt juice down into Mary Frances' mouth. She hiccupped and jerked her legs around and nearly pissed in her passion.
But she didn't forget to take care of Miss Ferguson at the same time. She didn't have any choice in the matter. Her head was locked in between Mary Frances' legs like a walnut in a nutcracker. If Mary Frances had had nuts, she was getting them cracked then! Valerie felt the older woman hump her ass up off the bench and force her head further down into her cunt. The thing was big enough for a dozen tongues to get in and lap up the cream that was oozing out of it. Valerie snuffled her nose in the twat hole and trapped the big clit between her lips. She nibbled at it and felt the other woman coming apart at the seams from the intense sensation. Miss Ferguson shook and jerked and came for her pupil. She had been a good teacher for Valerie. She could go down on a woman better than any other girl she had trained. Even Kris couldn't lap a cunt as well as the young girl could.
When they finished, they got shakily to their feet and had to wash their faces off again, they were so covered with cunt juice. While they dressed, Mary Frances outlined to Valerie the plans she had in mind for poor Peter. Valerie giggled and nodded her head in agreement.
Chapter Six
"I asked you to report to me in my office tonight, Peter, because I have a few things to discuss with you. Your health records have not yet arrived from the last school that you attended, so we are going to have to check out some things ourselves."
"I've noticed, as has Mr. Kristopoulos," she lied, "that you seem to have trouble concentrating. You daydream more than is ordinary for a young man your age, and you, well, show other signs of not having your mind on your studies."
Peter blushed until he thought the blood was going to come spouting out of his ears. She had noticed him in French class that morning. How did he think she would miss anything as blatant as one of her students getting his rocks off in his pants in the middle of class? She's probably going to explain that I might be happier at another school, he thought. That's the way they put it when they want to get rid of you, but don't want to cause a stink by throwing you out on your tail.
"We need to check out your health. Perhaps you aren't eating properly, not getting enough sleep or enough exercise. I am a licensed nurse, so I will check the most obvious things as best I can until we get your health records."
Well, maybe she wasn't going to get rid of him after all. His spirits rose a little and he looked at her more carefully. She was a pretty good-looking old bag for her age. He wondered if her tits were as full and soft as he had imagined. She had her hair down, and that made her look a lot better. He felt his pecker twitch in his pants. Oh, my God, don't start that now, he prayed. I'll get my ass kicked out for sure. He didn't want to get expelled because he was starting to like the place. That Valerie looked might hot, too. She had really been giving him the eye and talking to him a teasing way after dinner. There were possibilities there, at least he hoped so.
"We'll start by taking your temperature. Just hold the thermometer in your mouth while I run down this check list and ask you some questions. Nod your head or shake it. Don't take the thermometer out of your mouth until I tell you to."
He nodded his head, wondering what she was up to. He sure as hell didn't have any temperature, and what was bothering him wasn't likely to be on her list.
"Have you felt feverish? No? Headaches? Difficulty focussing your eyes or reading? Head colds? Stiff neck?" She went on and on. He answered no to each of her questions and began to be lulled into the routine.
She flipped over another page of the questionnaire. "Have you been constipated or had any diarrhea?"
He blushed again, but shook his head.
"Have you had any difficulty urinating? Any blood or discharge in your urine?"
He turned a fiery red. No, he hadn't had any problems like that.
"Have you noticed any pain or discomfort when ejaculating?"
He thought he was going to faint. His ears had a roaring sound in them. He couldn't move his head one way or the other.
"Oh, I see. I'm embarrassing you. I'm sorry. You'll just have to answer the questions anyway. Have you noticed any pain when you ejaculate?"
Slowly unbelievingly, he shook his head no. He had never imagined such humiliation. Having her talk about him like that, like she was talking about him blowing his nose -- it was just terrible. And the worst part about it was that his god damned cock was getting hard! He kept his hands at his side and tried to think of something else, anything, the seven deadly sins, something to keep him from getting a hard-on while he was standing there right in front of her.
"Good. Approximately how many times a week do you ejaculate, either through masturbation or wet dreams?"
The light in the room grew suddenly dim, and he swayed on his feet. He was definitely going to faint. She was asking him right to his face how many times he beat his meat! Holy Jesus! He'd rather die than answer a question like that!
"Oh, I'm sorry. You can't answer that with the thermometer in your mouth, can you? How silly of me." Miss Ferguson smiled a radiant smile at him and took the thermometer out of his mouth. His mouth was so dry he could have spit cotton. If he was going to have a fever, it damned sure must have showed up then. He stood there like an utter fool with his mouth hanging open. His damned cock was swelling up like a bastard, stuck in his jockey shorts and aching like hell.
"Peter, you haven't answered my question."
He snapped his mouth shut, then stammered, "Uh, I don't know, uh, maybe once a month or so." He lied, hoping that the answer would sound right. He didn't want her to think he was some kind of pin-headed, jerk-off artist.
Her eyebrows shot up in amazement. "Once a month? That is very surprising. Perhaps we have touched upon what is bothering you. From your appearance, I would judge that you were sexually mature. A boy your age usually has to relieve his sexual tensions at least once a day if not far more frequently."
He had fucked up again. Now, she was going to go on and on talking about sex while his cock got harder and harder until she couldn't help but see that he had a hard-on! Oh, God! How did he get himself into such messes?
She smiled at him coyly. "Now, Peter, surely you must masturbate yourself more frequently than that, don't you? What do you boys call it -- jerking off? Pounding your prick? Beating your meat?"
He felt that rushing in his ears and his head spinning. She just couldn't be saying those words! It just couldn't be happening!
"Tell the truth, now. Don't you beat off more than once a month?"
He resolved to stick with his lie. He shook his head.
"Don't you masturbate at all?"
He shook his head.
"You know there's nothing wrong with it. It won't grow hair on the palms of your hands or make you go blind, you know."
He nodded his head. God, if it did that, he would have to shave his hands three times a day! He was completely speechless with embarrassment. Why wouldn't she shut up about jerking off and let him go back to his room so he could, well, jerk off!
"If you never masturbate, then your orgasm once a month must happen when you have a wet dream. Is that correct, Peter?"
She had him there. He guessed that it would be all right to admit that he had wet dreams. He nodded his head and hoped that she would let it go at that.
"Well, there we are!"
There we are, where? he thought.
"You don't have enough release from your sexual tensions. A young developing boy like you needs to relieve the pressure of the spasm building up in your testicles just as much as he needs to make sure that his bowels move regularly. That is why you are having so much trouble concentrating and are day dreaming so much."
Mary Frances was delighted with the way she had conducted the interview. She had reduced the boy to a mass of quivering jelly, except, of course, for that fine-looking young cock that was about to bust his zipper wide open. She knew he had lied like a rug about jerking off like all the boys did.
But she was enjoying the way he was standing there in front of her, utterly dominated by her power, fidgeting around like a little boy and hoping that his hard prong wasn't showing through his pants. Oh, he needed some more sex all right, no joke about that.
"The solution to your problem is quite simple. You need to learn how to masturbate. I'm sure if you masturbated or beat your meat once or twice each night before going to bed, you would be able to sleep better and would be able to concentrate better in class."
Holy Jesus! What was she going to pull now? His pecker?! Peter thought.
"Would you like me to call in Mr. Kristopoulos? I'm sure that he could show you the proper technique."
Oh, no, he thought. He wasn't going to let that big Greek get his hands on his cock. Maybe he was wrong about the gym teacher anyway. Maybe he was a queer like most of them were. He shook his head vigorously.
"All right, then, I will respect your wishes. Take your pants off, please."
He involuntarily cringed away from her. This dame was off her fucking mind!
Mary Frances nearly burst out laughing at the look on his face. Young Peter Bates looked like he thought I was going to cut his cock off instead of jerk it off! She loved to see the massive confusion that had seized his face. He was torn between horrible embarrassment and the faint hope that she was actually going to play with his prick.
"Take your pants off, Peter. You obviously have a very bad erection, and you must be very uncomfortable with your cock caught in your pants like that. It will feel much better out in the open, I'm sure."
He just stared at her with his eyes bugged out and his mouth beginning to drool. He began to fumble with his belt.
"Come here," she snapped with impatience. "You're all thumbs tonight."
He stepped toward where she was sitting at her desk, and she deftly unbuckled his belt for him and unhooked his pants. The boy was like a rag doll in her hands, completely without a will of his own. Only his jerking cock showed any signs of life.
Miss Ferguson had to squeeze her legs shut on her clit and give it a little rub to keep herself under control. She was ready to rape him on the spot.
"How could you possibly go to sleep with a hard-on like that, Peter? Would you like me to jack you off and show you how to do it?"
He finally found his tongue again, "Yes, Ma'am, I sure would."
Miss Ferguson put her hand around his stiff rod and gently stroked it. The poor fucker gave a groan and jerked his dick back and forth in her grasp. He sucked in his belly and looked down at his cock in her grip. It took only a couple of pumps for him to come. His jizz shot out in broad ribbons of white fuck juice all over her blouse and down into her lap. His knees started to buckle with the ecstasy she produced in him. This was far beyond his wildest dreams! The headmistress of the school had just jerked off his cock in her private office!
Miss Ferguson gasped with pleasure to see how big a load the boy was blowing off for her. It was really quite magnificent, as much cum as Kris could have shot. She wanted to take Peter's cum into her mouth and drain him dry, but she held off. It would be more fun to follow her plan and keep him on tenderhooks until she was ready to let Valerie take his virginity. Then Belinda, she thought to herself as her eye caught his fine blond cock hairs. She wanted to see his blond hair tangled with the red pussy thatch of Belinda. It would make such a satisfying sight!
"You see, Peter, you had quite a large amount of sperm built up inside you. The tension of that was keeping you from relaxing. You should jerk off at least once a day. That is, until you have a chance to start fucking girls. Then you won't have to jerk off anymore."
He was absolutely stunned. Now she was talking about fucking girls. God, what kind of school is this? It sounded like some kind of dream come true. There she was, sitting in front of him with his jism all over the front of her clothes and his cock still in her hand, talking about fucking! Hell, they had thrown him out of the last school for doing a tenth of what they had just done.
She took out a little handkerchief and began to wipe his cock off with tender care. She tucked it away for him in his pants and zippered him up, snapped and buckled him.
"Now, see if you don't feel better after that, Peter," Miss Ferguson said with a warm smile. She dabbed at the strands of his cum that were dripping down her blouse onto her skirt. "My, my! I'll surely have to wash these clothes before I can wear them again."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he said.
"Oh, that's quite all right, Peter. I should have know better. It's much neater to suck cocks instead of beating them off. That way all the cum lands in your mouth where you can swallow it instead of all over your clothes. Yes, I should have known that you would have a big load. I should have sucked your cock for you." She smiled sweetly and apologetically up at him.
Peter's cock was already hard as concrete again and straining at his pants. He groped himself openly in front of her, moaning like an idiot in his desire for her to take his dick between those lovely red lips and drink a load of his jism.
"No, no. I don't have time now, Peter. You'll just have to jack off in your room by yourself tonight. I really have too much work to get done tonight. Papers to grade, you know." She gave him a pat on the prick and sent him off toward the door. "I look forward to seeing how well you can concentrate in class tomorrow! Good night!"
"Good night, Miss Ferguson," he mumbled in tortured disappointment. His cock was so hard that he could hardly walk. As he left, she called out to him, "Sweet dreams!"
She knew that they were going to be sweet and creamy, and she was going to watch him on her private television as he beat off his poor cock all night long, dreaming of what might happen the next time she called him to her office.
Miss Ferguson's plan was to send Valerie into Peter's room and to drive him nuts without letting him fuck her. The plan worked to perfection, and now that Valerie had left, Miss Ferguson sat in front of her TV monitors, watching Peter feverishly stroking his cock.
After several minutes, there was a knocking on the door to the sitting room, but Mary Frances just couldn't stop then to let her in. Peter was thrashing around on his bed, yanking on his cock with all the strength of his young arm, and she had her eyes glued too the television screen watching him. She had her dildo hard at work in her own overheated cunt and needed an orgasm just as badly as the boy did. She pumped the plastic prong in and out rapidly in time with Peter's strokes on his own pecker. It was a toss-up as to who was driving whom crazy with the tantalizing need for sex.
She had been so terribly thrilled to see the boy's uncontrollable passion when he shot his steaming load all over his bed. Now he was going to come off again, not knowing that Miss Ferguson was fucking herself in her imagination with his sturdy young cock. There he went, arching his body up off the bed and aiming for the ceiling, spurting, spraying his seed out.
Miss Ferguson bit her lip and came off right with him. Her arm ached from the hard fucking she was giving herself, but it was worth it. Her clit throbbed in ecstasy as she let down another wave of cunt cream onto the dildo's bumpy shaft.
She had forgotten, however, about the pass key that she had given Valerie to get into Peter's room. Now her own tricks had turned against her. There was Valerie standing next to her desk in her secret office!
"So that's how you know what's going on all over the place!" the young girl said in admiration for her teacher. "That's really fantastic. I thought you just had the rooms bugged, but television! I never even thought of that. It must have cost a fucking fortune to have it installed! Show me how it works."
Mary Frances was very angry at herself for slipping up, and at Valerie for discovering her secret, but she didn't have much choice in the matter now. The girl was in, and there was no getting her out now. She stifled her anger as best she could, and flicked on different monitors around the building to show how comprehensive her control of her domain really was.
"Show me Kris' room," Valerie demanded. Mary Frances turned the knob, and Kris appeared on the screen, lying on his bed naked, lazily stroking his cock.
"Does he know about this?" the girl asked.
"No. No one did but I until you found out."
"Me you going to watch Kris and me fucking?"
"I was thinking seriously about it," Mary Frances said with a touch of sarcasm.
"And he won't know you're watching. Ooo," she squeezed her slim legs together and clamped her hand over her pussy. "That will be so exciting. I'll blow you a kiss when I'm going to cum! I've got to go now. I'm about to cream at the very idea! Watch me, Mary Frances!" She hurried out, still fingering her clit as she went. Miss Ferguson relaxed a little. She was pissed off that anyone had found out her little secret pleasure, but the girl seemed to fit right into the spirit of the thing. She turned back to the console after carefully relocking the doors. She watched the big, dumb Greek playing with his cock and waited for Valerie to get to his room.
Kris was lying on his bed, feeling vaguely horny, wanting a little fun, but with nothing much in mind. Mary Frances hadn't been using him for a couple of days and had warned him again about having girls in his room without her permission.
He jumped up when he heard the sound of a key in the lock on his door. Mary Frances rarely ever bothered to come to his room when she wanted him to service her, but who else could it be? His jaw dropped open when he saw Valerie step into his room waving a key in her hand.
"Look what I found, Kris! The key to all the goodies in this place. I feel like a little girl in a candy store with permission to sample all the candy I want."
"My God!" he gasped. "If Miss Ferguson catches you with that in here, she'll skin us both!"
"Don't worry about her. I checked before I came over. She's, uh, busy now. She won't bother us tonight. How about it big boy? You in the mood?"
He laughed, "Ain't I always?" He lay back down on his bed and spread his legs. "Come on, baby, let's have us some fun! Christ! You look sexy as hell in that little nightie! It shows off your tits real good. Makes me hungry to eat 'em right up. Don't take it off yet. Let me play with it on you."
She was pleased with the effect her nightie was having on him. His long cock was lying up his belly in the curly black hair and getting bigger by the moment. As her eyes centered hungrily on that extra-large serving of meat, she remembered that Mary Frances was watching them on the television monitor, and she shivered in delight. I'll give you a show you won't forget for a long time, she thought. She hopped up on the bed and crawled on top of Kris, straddling his belly with his huge horse cock trapped under her pussy.
He grinned in delicious lust and reached up for her tits. Her nipples went hard before he even touched them. The filmy silk of the nightie did that to her. The material was black, but so thin that he could easily see right through it, she knew. She stuck her chest out for him to see, but wriggled away from his grasp. She felt his cock pounding against her pussy as she played with him. She cupped her tits and stretched the silk over her dark nipples and offered them to him. He raised his head up, mouth gaping open, and pulled her to him. He sucked on her sensitive tits through the silk.
It was just too much for her. She had been so worked up by playing with Peter and with seeing Miss Ferguson fucking herself with that fake cock and knowing that she was watching them that she had to let go. She rubbed her clit through the silk on the underside of his shaft and gasped with the thrill of her cum. Her tight, black silk panties felt so slippery and sexy, and his cock was so hot and hard. She jerked her clit against it and released a gush of cunt juice. The hot cunt cream soaked through her panties and wet the giant dork trapped between her cunt lips.
"Hey! You're hot tonight, aren't you, Val? Been dreamin' about me?"
She smiled down at him and nodded her head in a sleepy way. She was just beginning, and the big Greek was going to have to do his best to satisfy her tonight. She pushed away from him with her hands on his broad hairy chest and slithered down his body. She trapped his cock under the edge of her nightie top and pushed down until his prick was nestled between her young tits. She pushed her tits together to frig him with their warm flesh and sucked his dick head into her mouth. She looked up at him and watched him close his eyes in delight at the way she was loving him up.
She sucked on the lemon-sized head of it for awhile, tasting the sharp clean man taste of him in her mouth, the clear pre-cum that he was pumping out as his passion mounted. She wanted to deep-throat him, take him all the way, the whole impossible foot-long dong, but she couldn't see how it possibly could when just his cock head alone was filling her mouth until her jaws ached from the stretching.
Her pussy was getting too hot for the little panties. She wanted some loving, too. She pulled his prong out of her mouth with a plop and sat up. She pulled the nightie off over her head and slipped out of the panties. Now she was naked.
Valerie was still sitting on his legs, but now she moved up his body, rubbing her cunt and hard clit across his balls, his wiry hairs tickling and scratching her flesh. Up along the long, long shaft of his cock, the juicy knob popping briefly into her pussy. Then up his belly and chest, leaving a trail of twat cream glistening behind her on his skin. He was grinning in anticipation. Then, with a little hop, up over his chin and into his waiting mouth. She really sat on his face and frigged her clit on his big Greek nose.
His tongue was diving into her cunt hole, spearing into her body and lapping up the fuck juices there. She moaned in ecstasy. She clutched her breasts in her hands and stroked them eagerly, as she got hotter and hotter. She shook her head in a frenzy, her long black hair whipping around her thin shoulders. She was trembling on the point of climaxing, but she needed more than his tongue up her twat to give her the satisfaction that she needed.
Valerie slid rapidly down his body again, reaching between her legs for his hard cock. She grabbed it and thrust the fat plum of it against her clit and fagged like crazy. The violent excitement of it was bringing them both off before she knew what was happening. Her clit was engorged and throbbing against his cock knob. Then a burning burst of jizz gushed out of him as he raised his hips up off the bed with her still astride him. He bucked wildly and fucked out his loads of cum right onto her cunt-mound.
As he pumped out the last, of his fuck juice, she slipped his cock into her cunt and settled down onto it, sliding it deeply into her body and clamping her cunt muscles on his fucker as the final shot of his jism spouted against the mouth of her womb.
His cock was pulsing inside her pussy with the heavy beat of his heart. Every now and then, he made it take a big jump to remind her that it took a lot more than one shot to finish a battle. She clamped her cunt down on him and pulled up off his chest. With her body braced on her hands and knees and her pussy pulling as hard as she could make it on his dong, she started revolving her little hips around in tight circles.
She twirled all the way around on his cock, moving her legs over his and switching positions until she ended up facing his feet with his prick still lovingly trapped inside her cunt. Then she sat back on her fanny and looked down. She had every inch of him crammed up inside her. She reached down and gathered up his nuts in her two little hands and pulled. His ball bag was so big that she was easily able to hold them up over her open cock-stuffed cunt.
She touched the soft, delicate skin of his scrotum to her clit and rolled the big lemons around it.
Kris gasped a little as she handled him somewhat roughly, but it felt good to him, too. She took a handful of his nuts and scrubbed them up and down over her clit like a washwoman using an old-fashioned scrub board to do the laundry. The effect was just what she was looking for. She raised her ass up on his shaft and took her first stroke on it. She sucked with her pussy on his prong and then settled back down. Up she went again, pulling her knees in closer to his legs so she could take longer strokes, and then down hard enough to make a splat sound when her ass smacked down on his belly.
Faster and faster she fucked while she frigged her aching clit with his sack of nuts. She felt the orbs inside sliding around under her fingers, and she clenched them tightly, making him pull his legs up in passion laced with a little pain. Then her body started shivering and she slid down flat on his belly with his cock buried deeply inside her. She frigged rapidly and brought herself off to another orgasm.
Kris didn't join her that time. She had been yanking a little too hard on his balls for that. Up until then, he had taken the passive position flat on his back and let her do whatever she wanted to, but now he was ready to get his rocks off his way. He sat up on the bed, his cock still stuffed in her cunt.
She was limp in his grasp. He put his hands over her hot young tits and got up on his knees, holding her in front of him in his powerful arias and on his massive cock.
He put her down on her face on the bed and pushed her legs up so that her knees were tight against her chest. Then he twirled her around on his cock like she weighed a half pound. She was curled up into a ball, facing him now, her eyes wide open and glittering in his power. Her hair was spread out against the tangled sheets like spilled black threads. He put her heels up on his shoulders and supported her little ass on the palms of his hands. She was a very little girl then under his huge strong body. He pulled her up until only her shoulders were braced against the bed and started fucking her with long, hard strokes that nearly knocked the breath out of her when he slammed his balls against the cheeks of her little butt.
She thought he was going to drive that donkey dick of his right up her body and out her mouth. She had never felt so thoroughly penetrated before. He more than filled her on each downward thrust. Her clit was mashed down toward her cunt hole with the force of each inward shag, and her trigger was being stroked in long, forceful pulls as his long dick shafted into her pussy. She felt the power of his hands and each finger as he held her butt up and fucked it. She was a child, utterly helpless before his massive assault. She loved it!
She was rolling her head back and forth on the bed as he fucked her, as if she were trying to say no, but she meant yes. Just then she spotted a glint of light in the corner of the room next to the ceiling. It was the television camera lens, she knew it was!
She was beginning the passionate convulsions of her orgasm as she raised her hand and waved at the camera behind Kris' back. She felt the streams of jizz spraying out of his pulsing prong as she let down her load and blew a kiss to Mary Frances. Hope you had a good show and enjoyed this as much as I am, she thought. Her orgasm was extra good at the thought of sharing it with Miss Ferguson back there in her secret control room.
Mary Frances was busy burning out the motor on her best vibrator when she saw the wicked little girl waving to her. She had the dildo up her cunt and was trying to force the vibrator in, too.
Mary Frances came off in her own shuddering orgasm. She felt the pleasure she knew that the girl was feeling as the massive stud pronged her little cunt, and it released her waves of pleasure in her own body.
She dropped the burnt-out vibrator from her exhausted fingers and flopped back in her chair, breathing hard.
"If that little bitch tells a single soul about my television system and ruins it for me, I'll, I'll..." She could think of no punishment sufficient enough.
Mary Frances was still a little put-off Saturday morning as she sat in her sports car in front of the bus station. Valerie had kept her mouth shut so far, and Miss Ferguson was still debating whether or not to trust her or send her home at the end of the term. She glanced at her watch again, checking on the time for Brant's arrival. Brant, the handsome young sister-raper. She had written him a letter, asking him to come by and check on Belinda.
The heavy bus lumbered up to the small station and stopped at the single covered platform. The passengers filed out after the driver and lined up at the side of the bus to claim their baggage. Brant was easily picked out by his flaming red hair. It was just a shade lighter than Belinda's and hung in thick waves over his ears and the collar of his wind breaker. Mary Frances checked out his figure before signaling to him. He was tall for seventeen years of age and had the very broad shoulders and narrow waist of the natural athlete. He was a surfer, Belinda had said. He walked with the easy grace of a boy who knows how handsome and sexy he is. Mary Frances beeped on the horn and waved to him. He walked over to where she was sitting in the car. He had a snotty little swagger to his walk.
"You're Miss Ferguson?"
"Yes, Brant, nice to meet you. Put your suitcase in behind the seats and let's go."
He stowed the suitcase and then neatly hopped over the door of the car and into the seat next to her. He was as graceful in his movements as a trained gymnast, even landing on his little butt without whomping down on the seat.
Mary Frances thought, he's so graceful in his movement, I wonder if he is gay? No, not from the descriptions of his behavior Belinda gave me. But I'll bet that like most teenage boys he's a little worried about possibly being a fruit. I'll keep that in mind. So damned handsome, skin as flawless as his sister's with a little more tan. Blue eyes, white teeth. Seventeen years old and made it with so many girls he thinks he's God's gift to women. I'm going to fix his little red wagon!
When they got to the school, she took him straight to her office and shut the door. She locked it, too, behind her back.
"Please have a seat, Brant," she said in a polite and firm voice. He sat in the chair in front of her desk while she sat down behind it. He had his arms on the arms of the chair, his large hands dangling at ease, his legs spread wide allowing his full crotch plenty of room. He's very sure of himself, she thought.
"Your sister doesn't know that you are here, Brant."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh? Why not?"
"We are hoping to use your visit with her as a therapeutic device. She has recovered greatly from what you did to her, but the recovery is far from complete." She kept her voice even and impersonal as if she were discussing a test paper with a student.
His face absolutely drained of color. His legs came together as if to protect his balls, his back straightened up, and his pupils dilated in fear. "She, she told you?" he croaked.
"Oh, yes, I know all about it. I wouldn't have been able to get her as far out of her shell as she is without knowing what had driven her into it."
"What are you going to do?"
"Well, I could tell your parents of course. They have no idea what happened to their daughter, no idea, yet."
"Oh, God! Please don't do that! Belinda never told them. I don't see why you should. Please don't. They'd kill me!"
"What makes you think that you don't deserve killing?"
"I didn't mean to! I was drunk and high on pot! I was so out of it, I didn't even know who she was, I swear!"
"Oh, but I think you knew very well who she was. I think you have wanted to fuck your sister since as long as you can remember! The booze and the dope were just an excuse, just a way of covering up what you really wanted to do, weren't they?"
He hung his head and shook it, moaning, but still denying his intentions. Mary Frances wondered if he was as hung as Belinda had described him. He sure didn't look like such a big stud now. She had said that he was terribly big, monstrously large, and had hurt her wry badly. Of course, Belinda had been a virgin then. How many cocks had she seen hard to know whether her beloved brother was all that big or not?
"You've fucked a lot of girls, haven't you?" she asked. He sat there staring into his lap, unmoving. She slammed her hand down on the desk like a pistol shot. His head snapped up. "The truth, young man, and don't shit around about it, or I'll pick up this phone and call your parents right away!"
Tears were filling his eyes in his agony. He nodded his head.
"When did you start?"
"Fifteen," he mumbled, barely moving his lips.
"LOUDER!"
"FIFTEEN."
"That's better. It was good, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"But it wasn't what you wanted, was it?"
His lips trembled. "You're not going to tell my folks, are you?"
"Not unless I have to. You weren't satisfied with the girls you fucked, though, were you? You had your eyes on your little sister all the time. Let me see, she must have been thirteen or fourteen then. Her breasts must have started to grow. You wanted her, didn't you? You wanted to fuck your sister!"
He nodded his head as if he thought the whole world was going to come falling down on his head if he admitted the truth.
"That's better," she said again, letting her breath out in a sigh. "Now we're getting somewhere. Well, you certainly went about it the wrong way. Did it ever occur to you that your sister might have had the same idea?"
His eyes flew open and his mouth dropped open in astonishment at what she had just said.
"You heard me correctly. Didn't it ever occur to you that your sister worshipped her big, handsome, older brother? Did you ever talk to her or listen to her to find out what she thought? Or did you think you had to use force to get what you wanted? Haven't you always taken what you wanted without thinking about what anyone else wants or would feel about what you wanted to do?"
He broke down and started crying, sobbing openly like a little boy. "What do you want me to do?" he cried out between sobs.
She leaned back in her chair. She was completely in charge now, and already, her feeling of animosity toward the boy was ebbing. She would make things right and make both of them happy, not to mention herself.
"Take your clothes off and come with me," she ordered.
She took him into her private room behind the sitting room. The lights were out, the room pitch black. She felt for the doorknob on a closet there. It was empty, just a plain closet. She guided his naked body into it.
"Wait here in the dark. Wait and think. I will come back to you later."
"Yes, Ma'am," Brant said meekly. He sat down on the floor of the closet, his head spinning with all the things that had just happened to him. He needed a little time to think. For the first time in his life, he had admitted to someone else the fact that he lusted after the body of his own sister. For the first time in his life, he was beginning to understand the fact that he not only lusted after his sister, but loved her too, and wanted her to love him.
Mary Frances left him, not even bothering to lock the door. She knew that he would stay put. She went back into her official sitting room and got ready for step two. First, she picked up the rags of his clothing off the floor and threw them in the trash can. She also hid his suitcase from sight. Then she opened her closet and changed from her business clothes into more comfortable ones. She let her hair down and put on her special perfume. She dimmed the lights, and from her desk drawer she took out a small cardboard box.
She flicked a switch on her intercom and pressed down the bar. "Belinda?"
The girl was waiting in her room as Miss Ferguson had told her. She jumped a little at the sound of the soft voice in her room. Miss Ferguson had told her that something extra special was going to happen that Saturday, but hadn't told her what.
"Yes, Miss Ferguson?"
"Please come to my office, dear."
"Yes, Ma'am." Belinda slid off her bed and headed for Miss Ferguson's sitting room. She was tense and excited, not knowing what was in store for her. When she got excited like that, she felt a little dizzy. Excitement always brought back memories of her brother and that night on the beach. Miss Ferguson had taught her to be able to think about it now instead of drifting back into the haze that she had set up for so long to blot it out, but the memory was still so painful and ugly. Brant shouldn't have done that, not that way, not on the beach with the others there, not hurting her. It all came back again, and tears came to her eyes. She paused to lean against the wall of the corridor and pull herself back together again.
Miss Ferguson was sitting on the chaise lounge when the girl walked into her office. She could see at once that the suspense was working on Belinda's nerves. "Sit down here, dear. You look tired and nervous."
"I am a little, Miss Ferguson. I didn't sleep very well last night."
"You may call me Mary Frances, dear. We are alone and private here. Stretch out here beside me. Did you dream about Brant again, my dear?"
"Yes, I did. I woke up crying, and my heart was pounding. It was just terrible again. Not the way it was supposed to be."
"I have some medicine here for you that I think will make those bad dreams go away. I want you to lie here, very still, and quiet and as relaxed as you can be. I'm going to give you a shot and talk to you while the medicine works. The shot will sting a little, but there won't be any other pain, and you will soon be feeling much better."
The girl lay down on the soft lounge. She tried to relax, but her muscles were still tense and she still had tears in her eyes. Memories are very hard things to live with.
"Take a few deep, slow breaths and relax completely, dear. It is all right. You are completely safe. Mary Frances is here, and she will take care of you. That's just fine. Let yourself go and just relax from the top of your head right down to your toes. Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, Mary Frances," the girl said.
"Now I want you to think of Brant in the days before the incident happened on the beach, before he hurt you. Tell me about him then, dear."
"Brat is so handsome," She giggled. "I haven't called him Brat since I was just a little girl. I couldn't say his name right. He used to call me Lindy before we started to grow up."
"He is so handsome, the handsomest boy there ever was, so strong and tall. I always tagged along behind him. Sometimes he would get very mad at me when I got in his way, but when there weren't any other kids around, he would be so nice to me and hold me and make me feel so good."
"That's what was so wrong when he, he hurt me. He would never have done that to me if there weren't the others there. He could be so mean and cruel when he was showing off in front of the other kids."
Her voice began to rise in mounting anxiety. Mary Frances gave her a little more of the drug and soothed her forehead, closing her eyes with her fingertips and kissing her lips gently.
"Relax, dear, Brant won't hurt you any more. Tell me what it should have been like."
"He should have come to my room in the night the way he would when we were little kids. He should have crawled in bed with me the way we used to. We would talk all night and hug each other and kiss. I would have let him do it then. I wanted him to do it. I remember when his thing would get hard, and he would hold it tight against my leg when we were little. I touched it, and he said it felt good. He should have come to me like that, and I would have made love to him. It would have been so beautiful."
"Think about that, my dear, and rest awhile. Just sleep and relax." The girl's head nodded off in a few seconds, and she was soon breathing deeply and regularly in a sound sleep. Mary Frances leaned over her and began to undress her. She admired the gorgeous lush figure in the dim light, the light, creamy skin, the high, full breasts and lush hips. The delicate hair on her plump pussy. This was a hell of a fine dish to serve up to Brant. He had better prove himself worthy of it. She went to her closet and took out a sheet which she spread over the naked girl's sleeping form.
She went into the back room, leaving the lights off. She opened the door of the closet. In the dim light, she could just barely make out the boy's form squatting in the corner with his head down on his arms. "Lindy is waiting for you," she said softly.
He raised his head. "Belinda?"
"You used to call her Lindy, remember? When you were little and would crawl into her bed at night, Brat. She would like you to get into bed with her again and love her."
There was silence and then a sob. "Lindy? Lindy wants me after what I did?"
"Shush. It's all right now. You're going to love her tenderly now. The way she wanted you to. The way you wanted also, didn't you?"
"Yes. Is it all right? Can I sleep with Lindy tonight, Mama?"
God! The boy was slipping right into the past without benefit of any serum!
"Yes, it's all right, Brat. You can make love to her. Mama says so."
She took his hand and led him into the front room where his sister was sleeping. In the brighter light, she could see his excitement rousing. His long cock was swiftly coming up from a loose dangle to a full erection. She led him to the couch and gently pushed him down on his knees beside it.
"Wake her up, Brat, and tell her you're sorry. Then you can ask her if you can get into bed with her."
"Lindy? Lindy?" he whispered softly.
"Brat?" she stirred and turned toward him.
"Lindy, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Say it's all right."
"You were bad, Brat."
"I know. Please say you forgive me."
"I forgive you, Brat. I love you."
"I love you, Lindy. Can I get in bed with you. I'm cold."
She opened her arms to him.
"I don't have any clothes on, Lindy. Is that all right?"
She giggled. "I lost my clothes, too. Come on in."
He sighed in a long release of pent-up desire and guilt all mixed together. He lifted the sheet and slid in beside her. Mary Frances could see him putting his arms around her and hugging her to his body. As they kissed and embraced, she knelt at the end of the couch and slowly pulled the sheet off the entwined forms before her lustful eyes. She hiked her loose soft skirt up to her waist and let her throbbing clit get a little air. She wore no panties.
Belinda had her soft thigh across Brant's hip and was kissing him passionately. His cock was hidden from Miss Ferguson's view, but she knew that it was hot and hard. Belinda's legs were spread and Mary Frances could see her ruby-red clit sticking out of the lighter red hair of her pussy. Brant's fat young balls were snug against his sister's cunt and his cock hair was tangled with her cunt hair. They were kissing so deeply that Mary Frances could see the muscles working in their throats as they sent their tongues exploring. Brant moved his hand from his sister's back around to cup the fullness of her tit. Her lovely rose-colored nipple was erect and hard. He stroked the breast and rubbed her nipple on his own chest.
Belinda finally broke the kiss and pulled back to get some air. "Oh, Brat, your thing is so hard! It's pushing against my belly. It's so hot too. I feel it like a hot bar on my skin. What makes it that way?"
"It wants to fuck."
"What is fucking?"
"My cock wants to go up inside your pussy and rub around inside."
"But it's so big! How can you put it into my little pussy without hurting me?"
"It will fit. Feel him banging on your belly? He wants to get inside."
"My little button feels all excited and good, too. Feel how hard it is." He moved to put his hand down to her hot cunt, but she stopped him. "Don't do it with your hand, Brant. Touch my little thing with your big thing. That will feel so good."
He pulled away from her a little, and Miss Ferguson got a good look at his super-hard cock as he grasped the steely shaft in his right hand. He was so hard, that he could barely bend his prick down to touch her clit with his cockhead. He had to scoot down a little way in the couch to do it comfortably. Mary Frances was fingering her own throbbing clit and working up to another orgasm while she watched the brother getting ready to fuck his sister.
His cockhead was deep red. His big hand gripped the shaft with lots of cock left over. He painted her pussy with the clear pre-cum that was drooling from the slit in his dick. They were both creamy and glistening with lubricating fluid by then. He was taking long, gentle strokes starting above her trigger, down over the little button, down to the mouth of her cunt, picking up some of the cunt cream she was oozing out, and wiping it back up her pussy. With each stroke, he lingered longer at her cuntlips.
She hitched her leg up higher on his hip and opened her pussy wider to him. Her forehead was resting on his chest as he frigged her clit with his cock and nudged at her hole. He pushed his prong down, then, and held it at the opening of her cunt.
Belinda slowly pushed her hips toward him and enveloped the head of his cock in the soft, sweet mouth of her pussy. He kept completely still and let her manage the pace of his first entry into her cunt. He had learned his lesson all right. He was letting her take his big fucker at a rate that would make sure that she felt no discomfort.
Inch by inch the satiny ivory shaft disappeared into her cunt. Mary Frances' fingers were strumming on her clit like she was flying out for dueling banjos. She felt her insides turning into boiling lava. She couldn't stop then, no matter what. She leaned forward and laid her cheek down on the end of the couch. Her fantasy was being enacted in front of her eyes, her fantasy and theirs. Her hips lurched toward them in convulsions of lust as she dissolved in passion. She came off in a seemingly unending stream of orgasm, wave after wave of it washing out of her cunt and over her frigging fingers. Her whole body was going loose on her. She was propped up against the end of the couch, as boneless as a rag doll. She frigged herself onward and onward until she began to loose consciousness. She dropped her hand away just before she collapsed. It was one of the best climaxes she had had in years! But she wasn't satisfied. Like a junkie, she wanted another hit, this time a little better than the last one had been.
When she got a little control of herself again, she straightened up to see them fuck better. They were still on their sides, but Brant had taken control now that his sister was wide open and ready for him. His slim hips and tight little ass were driving that long cock of his in and out of her so fast that Mary Frances could hardly focus on his fucker.
They were getting close to coming. They had to be -- no boy on earth could fuck so hard and fast like that without getting his nut off, and no girl could take such a welcome pronging without getting off with him. He had her locked fast in his strong arms, her breasts crushed against his chest. He used his hold on her body to whip his dick into her cunt faster and faster. There was the strength of the young, tirelessness.
Mary Frances saw Belinda starting to come. She started moaning in a low humming noise that picked up higher and higher and louder and louder like a siren approaching. Brant never let up a minute, not a half a second in his furious fucking. His balls were up tight to the root of his cock, and she could see them jerking, and the base of his cum tube was pulsing too! He was shooting his load of cream into her cunt without even slowing down while he came! He just kept right on fucking as fast as before, or even faster!
His load of fuck juice was soon gushing out of Belinda's cunt, forced out as fast as he fucked it in with the thrusts of his prong into her pussy. She must have been as tight as a rubber on his shaft, because there wasn't a bit of room in her pussy for a drop of his jism. It hung off the plump lips of her pussy and his balls like vanilla custard, thick, rich and virile. What a fucker this boy was!
He had to stop. He just had to! He couldn't keep it up like this. Not even Kris could come like that without missing a stroke, but all he did was to twist his body over on top of hers in one quick movement and fuck away without dropping a beat! He was up on his hands now. His body arched above hers, touching only his hands and toes to the couch as he drilled his dick into her gushing cunt. He looked like a boy snapping off push-ups in a show of fine athletic condition, but he wasn't just humping some gym mat, he was fucking his big cock into his sister!
Mary Frances got up off her knees. Her body felt light and dreamy like she was a floating puff of dandelion blown into the wind. She didn't need her clothes. They were holding her down. She stood next to the boy and girl fucking on the couch and slowly, dreamily stripped her clothes off. She sat down on the head of the couch and looked into Belinda's face as her brother fucked her. Belinda smiled at her.
"Your brother is fucking you, isn't he, my dear?"
"Yes, Mama. It feels so good. I came like when you sucked on my pussy for me. I think I'm going to come again. Brat has such a big cock, doesn't he? I'm so proud to have my big brother fucking my little pussy with his big cock."
Brant turned his face up and looked at Mary Frances. He had a look of utter peace and contentment on his face. "It's all right, isn't it Mama? It's all right for me to fuck Lindy, isn't it?"
"Yes, dear. I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves."
She spread her legs, one on each side of Belinda's head and gently pushed the boy's head down to her cunt. His tongue shot out instantly and lapped into the pool of cream at the bottom of her cunt just under the hole. He whipped it up over her cunt to the long clit of hers as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. Her ass bumped against the top of Belinda's head as she started coming off again.
Belinda was glad that Brant was sucking off Mamma's cunt, too, and giving her a good time. It was so thoughtful of him. She was going to come again, any second now.
Meanwhile, back in the halls of the school, all kinds of things were developing. Mostly the doings of the little witch, Valerie. All the time that Miss Ferguson was arranging the details of her masterpiece. Valerie was working on her masterpiece. She had been in and out of the girls' rooms all morning, shutting the door behind her, whispering, plotting, arranging. She had her own plan to put into effect!
She soon had the girls' ears flaming red and got them scurrying around to their boy friends and spreading the plot. She left Peter for last. Naturally. He was one of the main reasons for the whole plot in the first place! She tracked him down on the edge of the athletic field. He was dressed in his gym clothes, but he looked like the most activity he could work himself up to was knocking the heads off some wild flowers with a stick. She snuck up behind him, little witch that she was, and nearly startled the boy right put of his clothes.
"OH! Valerie! I was thinking about you just now."
"I hope you weren't planning to knock my head off with that stick."
"What?" he looked down at the stick in his hand like he had never seen it before. He threw it into the weeds. "No, no, I was thinking about, uh, you know, uh, that night you, uh, came into my, uh, room to talk." He blushed from embarrassment while he spoke.
"Yes, Peter?" she smiled sweetly at him.
"I was wondering if you would, uh, like to talk some more." He was about to strangle on his own tongue trying to form the words and say them to her. God! She looked so good and sexy! She was wearing a short, short skirt that practically came up to her crotch and a knit, pullover blouse. He could see her pointed nipples standing up under the thin material. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the way those boobs swung and jiggled made the sweat pour off him! Those titties were doing other things to him, too. He was glad for once that he had a tight jockstrap on, at least this time he would be able to keep his cock under some control and not embarrass himself the way he had done so many times before.
"I'd love to, Peter. Why don't we go for a walk. It's so warm out here today, the cool of the woods would be nice."
"I thought maybe we could go back to my room. It's air-conditioned."
"You know that girls aren't allowed in boys' rooms, Peter. Besides, we can talk in the woods, don't you think? I know some nice, private trails in here."
"That sounds great, Valerie," he agreed eagerly. She took his hand and led him down to the opening of the path into the woods. Wow! She thought, this boy is as hot as a firecracker! His hand was drenched in sweat and feverish to her touch. And he was trembling like a leaf! She smiled at him and watched him swallow hard and smile back at her. He was so cute, and so innocent! Well, Peter, you can kiss your innocence good-bye, she thought. You won't have it to drag around with you when we come back out of the woods!
She led him into the cool shade along the path. "What did you want to talk about, Peter?" she teased.
"Well, you know. I've been feeling kind of lonely, too, here, and I sure liked talking to you in my room the other night, and I thought maybe you liked talking with me."
"Do you have a girl friend back home, Peter?" she interrupted.
"No, I, uh, never had a real girl friend, before, I uh, mean, not like..."
"I'm surprised! You like girls, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah! I think about, uh..." he stopped in massive confusion and embarrassment as he remembered that she had seen him thinking about girls that day in French class!
"Would you like to have a girl friend here at school? Peter?" she said, and let a little blush creep up her throat.
"Would you be my girl friend, Valerie?" he blurted out.
"Ooo, I was hoping you would say that. I'd love to be your girl friend, Peter. All the girls will be so jealous when I tell them that you're all mine. How about giving me a kiss, boy friend?"
Before he could say a word, she jumped at him. She plastered her young body up against his and kissed him passionately on his lips. He was taken by surprise, but quickly rallied. He wound his arms around her and kissed her right back, but with his mouth shut. He didn't know any better.
She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue between his lips. He acted surprised as she devoured his lips and nibbled at them with her teeth. He opened his mouth, probably to say something, and she darted her tongue inside. He shuddered and swayed as they stood embracing on the path. She tasted the clean, fresh taste of his mouth and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
While he was getting his first lessons in French kissing, she humped her pussy against his crotch. She had to stand on her toes to reach him. His cock was hard and swollen, but she couldn't feel the shaft of his prong. He must have it caught down in his jockstrap, she thought. She was hot and horny and a little pissed off that she couldn't get his spoke up to rub her clit on through their clothes.
"God, Valerie! What a kiss! I've never done anything like that before!"
"That's a French kiss, silly. That's what you get when you have a steady girl friend."
"That's so sexy!"
"That's just starters!" She stood back a step from him. "Let's walk on a little deeper into the woods where we can have some more privacy. I know where there's a creek back in here. It's always cool and quiet on the side of the creek. Want me to show you?"
When they got to the creek, he looked around. It was a beautiful place. The creek was only about six feet across and a foot deep but clean and clear and bubbling among the rocks. The trees shaded it, and there was a smooth mossy bank in the shade. She stretched out on the moss with her head propped against a tree trunk and opened her anus for him to join her. He wasted no time.
As they kissed and hugged some more, his balls began to hurt something fierce. His cock was still hard and there just wasn't any room left for his nuts in the basket of his jockstrap. He spread his legs to give himself a little relief, but Valerie just moved her leg right in and increased the pressure. He was so hot that he could hardly breathe, and she was getting him hotter by the second. She pushed him onto his back while still frenching the hell out of his mouth. Her tits were pressed against his chest and her leg was snug up into his crotch, rubbing the hard-on trapped in there.
She pulled away from him and looked down into his eyes, running her hand over his T-shirt and smiling. "You're so hot, Peter, your shirt's just soaked with sweat. Let me take it off for you." She tugged at him, and he sat up and raised his hands above his head. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, then stuck her tongue out and licked at his nipples, flat and dark as little pennies on his young, broad chest. He shivered violently and gave a muffled yell inside his sticky T-shirt. He had goose bumps all over him.
She giggled. "I thought that would cool you off!" Then she pulled his shirt off over his head.
He grabbed her in his arms and locked them around her. "Now it's my turn," he said. He had a gleam in his eye, and he didn't look so innocent then. Once the old drama had started, he was taking his cues right on the mark. He held her arms down and looked at her tits. She was hot and sweaty, too, and the material was now almost as transparent as the nightie she had worn the night that she came into his room. He could see her dark nipples through the cloth. They were bigger than silver dollars and very pointed. He lowered his head and licked at one and then the other. She squirmed in his grasp but didn't try to get away from him. She was only squirming because he was exciting her so much.
He released her hands so that he could slip his own fingers up under her blouse and cup her taunt titties in his big palms. As soon as he touched the warm flesh of her breasts for the first time, he knew that he was just beginning. He was going to have to go all the way. He knew she was going to let him, and his brain was melting at the thought. Her boobs were so soft to the touch, but firm and fresh and young, not floppy or loose as he had expected from the way that they jiggled under her blouse. He flipped her blouse up to her armpits and exposed the twin beauties to his gaze.
What marvelous things a young girl's tits are! he thought. They are still so tight in their young, healthy skin, so smooth and unwrinkled, unstretched, like the softest cream packed into tight globes waiting for a boy to suck on them and rest his cheek in the valley between.
She lay back passively and let him have his way with her. She had been fucked by many boys and men, but she had never been so excited as now, when this boy was getting his for the first time. She seemed to share in his innocence and excitement of discovery. She was tired of teasing. She was his, not playing any games. It didn't matter if she had a hundred more boys in a week. She felt something so special as his hands caressed her throbbing nipples that she knew that he was going to be the one.
She took his face in her hands and held it to her lips.
"I love you, Peter. I love you!"
His mind was spinning. He was too mixed up to know what he thought. He didn't know what love was; he was too sexed up to see straight; he felt a tenderness in his heart for her; his balls hurt! Right then, he wanted to fuck her so bad he thought he was going to burst into tears!
Fortunately, she wanted the same thing. She slipped her hand down to the front of his pants and felt his cock throbbing and jerking inside his jock. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. She pushed his fingers into the elastic band of his gym shorts and under the top of his jock. She could just reach in far enough to feel the sweat-soaked curls of his cock hair and the base of his prick. She pulled her hand back out and took the top of his gym shorts in both hands and tried to pull them off him.
He raised up from her and pulled his shorts and jock down at the same time. He was so hard that he could barely manage to get his pants over the bulge of his cock. When he finally stretched the elastic over the knob of his cock, it snapped up against his belly with a loud smack and bounced out in the open, jutting up from his crotch.
He was proud of himself. He had a fine hunk of meat for any man to be proud of, much less a boy his age. He slipped the shorts down his lean legs and stepped out of them. His balls swung from the base of his hard prong, loose, fat, and potent, full of many loads of jism for Valerie's cunt!
He strutted his stuff in front of her a bit and then knelt down on the moss. He reached out and pulled her blouse off over her raven dark hair, tousling it, and making her look wilder and more abandoned to lust. Then he unhooked her skirt and slid the zipper down, no longer fumbling, but sure, deft and certain of his conquest. His pecker jumped and pulsed and dripped a string of lubricating juice from his cock as he pulled her skirt over her hips.
She stared deeply into his eyes, feeling completely mastered by him for the first time. She had teased and played with him, but now she wanted nothing but to please him. She lifted her ass off the ground and let him pull her skirt off. She had on tiny, bikini panties, white with just a little bit of lace around the legs. His eyes were locked onto her pussy mound. She lifted her butt up and slid the last baffler away. Then she lay back on the moss and spread her legs a little. He could have anything he wanted!
His cock snapped up a couple of times, and he gave a groan of pleasure. He was too hot to touch her, then. If he had so much as brushed the tip of his cock to her pussy lips, he would have spurted a half cup of cum all over her cunt and sweet little belly. He didn't want to waste a good load like that! He put his hands on her lovely thighs and lowered himself down between her legs. He smelled the rich, creamy smell of her cunt, so fresh and sweet and opened his mouth. He had heard of cunt-lapping, but nobody needed to give him any lessons! His tongue gently touched the inner lips of her pussy and spread them apart. His tongue lapped into her cunt hole and up over her clit. Then he pulled his tongue back into his mouth and tasted her pussy juice. He snuffled his whole nose and mouth into her box and drilled his tongue into her cunt as far as he could get it. His nose was rubbing and bumping on her clit, then he put his hot tongue on it and sucked the little button into his lips.
That did it! She laced her fingers into his hair and shoved her hips up at him. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out loud as she thrilled in her orgasm. She heaved and bucked under his tonguing and came until her eyes rolled back into her head. She finally had to push his head away when she couldn't take anymore of the passion his lips were giving her.
"Stop! Stop, Peter!" she gasped.
"Am I hurting you?"
"God! NO! It just feels so good, I can't take any more of it. Let me, let me rest and catch my breath. Oh, I never felt so wonderful! Kiss me!"
He stretched out beside her and pulled her into his arms. They frenched again with his cock throbbing against her belly and the taste of her cunt cream being traded back and forth between their tongues.
"Let me do you, Peter," she said as they paused in their passion.
"I want to fuck you, Valerie," he panted.
"I know. You will, lover. But you're too hot right now. Let me suck you off first, then we can slow down a little and fuck all afternoon!"
He did as she suggested. He was so horny that his cock just plain hurt! He knew she was right. He lay back on the moss and gave her her turn.
Valerie cupped his balls in her hand, rolling them around and hefting their weight. They were loaded all right! She stuck her tongue out and wiped it across each of the hairy spheres. His legs started to tremble, and she knew that she had messed around long enough.
She opened her mouth and popped the head of his cock inside. It was about the size of a golf ball or a little bigger. Not the biggest dong she had sucked, just the best. She ran the tip of her tongue around his crest and stuck the tip into the slit at the end of his cock where all that good pre-cum was leaking out. It tasted like the best nectar in the world to her.
She ran his cock knob up against the roof of her mouth, letting the little ripples of her palate stroke across his shaft. Then she pressed it against her gag reflex, made it stop, and pushed it on down her throat. He filled the back of her mouth just right. She forced her head down a little more and felt his cock slide into her throat. She grabbed at his shaft with her swallowing muscles and ate him right down. God! His prong felt so wonderful in there. She knew that she could give a hell of a good cock sucking.
Peter was about to go out of his mind. He was hanging on the edge of coming and straining to keep from blowing his nut. Every second got so much better and better that he couldn't believe that anything could possibly feel this good. He had never had a blow job before in his young life, hadn't even had a hand-job except for his own beating off.
Dear Jesus! What was she doing to him? She had his nuts in her hand. She was pushing them into her mouth! One was in! Now she stretched her mouth further open! She pushed the other one in! She had his cock and both of his balls in her mouth! Her throat muscles were milking on his cock. He came off like a volcano, bucking up off the mossy bank and pounding his hands into the dirt. He flooded her with jism, pumping out load after load from the balls that she was tonguing in her mouth while he was getting them off. God! What an experience!
"Oh, fuck, Valerie, fuck, cumming, GOD!" he shrieked.
She waited until the last twitch of his prick before she would pull his cock out of her throat and allow herself to get a breath of air. She was near fainting from lack of breathe, but every bit of it was worth it! She had not only blown him she had blown his mind as well! She sat next to him as he shuddered and twitched. She played with his long cock and waited for her breathing to return to normal.
Valerie pulled Peter to her and kissed him deeply again. This time it was the taste of his sperm that they swapped back and forth. Peter had never tasted cum, and he was a little taken aback by tasting his own seed in her mouth, but what the hell, if it was goad enough for her to eat, it was good enough for him. She sucked his tongue and he sucked hers. She was moaning with need for him to fuck her, and he was soon roused and ready to go again. She was pulling him on top of her.
She spread her legs and hooked her heels behind his butt. She was crazy for his cock, needed it more than life itself. She reached down and grabbed his big prick and put it into position for him. As soon as his shaft touched her hole, she lurched up at him, desperate to feel him fucking her. She actually managed to work her cunt a couple of inches over his dick, but she didn't need to worry. He came down on top of her like a ton of bricks, drilling his cock into her cunt like a pile driver. He hit bottom and bounced.
The feeling was so fucking incredible! She was like a squirming pot of muscles, all creamy and hot and clutching at his steaming spear! She tightened them down on him, sucking him into her cunt. He went from hard to super hard half way into her pussy!
Peter felt the firm knob that was the mouth of her womb. He thought it was her cherry, and he wondered how he was going to pop it like the boys always talked about! He didn't need to worry. She had misplaced her virginity somewhere along the line a long time ago. It was his cherry that was getting popped that afternoon.
He heaved his ass back up in the air, pulling his pecker out of her until only the head was still left inside. Her cunt muscles were pulling on his prick and forcing all the blood in his fucker right to his cock knob. Then when he shafted back down into her, she let up to let him get in as far as he could. He bounced his balls off her butt and felt her clit throbbing against his belly as he pushed with his toes in the dirt to force every inch of his cock into her cunt. Faster and faster he fucked, until she hooked her legs up around his back and beat on his little ass with her heels. She was screeching and digging her fingernails into his back. She fucked like a mink! And he was doing his damnedest to drive her to higher heights of passion.
"Come, Peter, come, fuck me, harder, deeper, hard, fuck me, shoot it, doll now!" she screamed. She clamped her pussy onto his cock and wriggled her hips until she almost yanked his cum right out of his balls. He dumped a load even bigger and better than when she gave him the blowjob a few minutes before. Blasts of creamy cum just jetted out of his cock and splashed against her womb so hard they squirted right back out in waves onto his nuts and ran in a thick stream over her ass and into the moss.
They rested a good three or four minutes before she was spurring him on to fuck another bunch of it into her pussy. They made it another two times for a total of four fucks in about two hours before he was drained of cum for a little while.
Kris was ready to get laid. His prick was about to bust open from the pressure of the cum in his nuts as he went looking for Valerie to ease him of his heavy load. He looked in her room -- no Valerie. He looked on the athletic field -- no Valerie. He checked the study room -- same results. What was getting embarrassing was that he was attracting a lot of attention from the other kids. They started following him around like he was the Pied Piper. He was sweating and moaning with the case of blue balls he was getting and wishing that the kids would take a flying leap.
"Where's Valerie?" he kept asking them.
The girls just giggled and whispered to each other. The boys kept asking him what he wanted Valerie for. He was soon running all over the school with the kids chasing him and laughing like a pack of banshees. He had never seen them like this -- and knew nothing of Valerie's plan. He decided to get the hell out of there and get himself locked into his own room. He couldn't wait to find Valerie any longer. His balls were killing him, and he was going to have to get some relief pretty quick. He couldn't ask one of the other girls to give him a quick loan of her pussy, not when all the kids were tagging after him. If he had to, he would have to be satisfied with jerking off until he could find something better.
But when he headed down the corridor to the boys' wing of the building and the security of his room, the girls came right in with the guys! This was strictly against the rules, but the girls didn't hesitate. And then the boys got in front of him and blocked his way.
"Go on, get out of the way. I got to go to my room and get something," he growled.
"What do you need in your room, Kris? There's no pussy in there!" one of the boys shouted. The rest of them laughed like crazy.
"You're all going to get in a hell of a lot of trouble when Miss Ferguson finds out about this!" he threatened.
"We've found out enough about Miss Ferguson. We're going to run things around here our way now. She's not going to give us any trouble, is she boys?"
"NO WAY!" they shouted.
"How about it girls?"
"NO WAY!" they answered. He was a big man, but what the hell was he going to do surrounded by all these kids -- start punching them?
"To the gym!" one of them shouted. They swept him up with them and headed that way. He went along quietly. Along the way in the crowd he felt lots of little fingers feeling up his hard cock, straining to get out from under his tight belt. By the time they got to the gym, his belt had been unbuckled and his pants opened. His trousers were sliding down his legs and he was fighting to pull them back up while two girls were both trying to get their hands into his jockey shorts at the same time. He tripped over his pants and fell flat on his face when they burst into the gymnasium.
"The trampoline!" a girl yelled. "Strip him and put him on the trampoline!" A couple of the boys grabbed his arms while the girls stripped his clothes off. They were busy stripping their clothes off, too. He wasn't trying to fight them any more. This was the wildest scene he had ever seen or imagined in his life!
The guys heaved him up into the air, and he landed on the trampoline with not a stitch left on his body. His giant cock was jutting straight out of his crotch with his heavy nuts bouncing under it. The girls started scrambling onto the trampoline with him and the boys were gathered around the edges. They grabbed the ropes that held the center canvas in place and started bouncing the springs.
There he was in the middle flying up into the air surrounded by dozens of fresh young tits and cunts and asses. The girls were all yelling and screaming at the tops of their lungs and trying to get their hands on his dong. Finally one of the girls grabbed his shoulders and locked her legs around his middle. She reached down and shoved his fucker into her snatch in one deft movement. He soared up into the air again, and she twisted under him so that when he came down, he jammed that huge cock into her pussy with all the weight of his body behind it. He was so hot, he started coming right then with his cock buried in her cunt a foot or more deep.
"Show us how, Kris!"
"Shoot it, man!"
"Fuck her, Kris!" the boys were shouting and laughing as he switched from one girl to the next on the bouncing trampoline and fucked his cock into one after the other of them. He was grinning like a fool and loving every minute of it.
The boys were getting tired of watching and were scrambling on top of the trampoline with the girls. They didn't need to have anyone pulling on the springs to make the thing bounce then! They were all up there fucking like crazy and laughing and coming and switching partners and having a ball.
After they had all gotten their rocks off a few times, they started to slow down. That was when Valerie and Peter entered the gym. They were naked, too. Leaves were stuck in theft hair; they had some dirt smeared on them, and Peter's back was marked up pretty good where Valerie had spurred him on in their fucking.
"See! I told you we wouldn't need to worry about putting our clothes back on!" she crowed to Peter.
He stood there with his arm around her waist absolutely stunned. His worn-out cock began to stiffen in spite of the work out he had just had. That was a hell of a sight all right. All of the boys and girls and Kris all fucking like rabbits together on top of the trampoline. He thought that he had been out in the sun too long and had fucking fried his brain!
"To the office! To the office!" Valerie shouted, and her troops obeyed her command. Cocks were pulled out of slurping pussies, and they all scrambled down from the trampoline, Kris a willing member of the mob by then. They surged through the halls until they reached the door of Miss Ferguson's office. The door was locked, and the boys started to knock it down until it suddenly opened.
There stood Miss Ferguson herself, naked, cum dripping out of her pussy, and an arm around Belinda on one side and Brant on the other. The brother and sister were as naked, as the school mistress. The students burst into cheers at the sight. Miss Ferguson didn't look like she was tracking too well. She was having a little difficulty taking it all in, but they swept her up, together with Belinda and her brother and joined them into the orgy.
It lasted all afternoon and well into the night. When the last young boy shot his last feeble load into Mary Frances' swimming pussy, most of them had fallen dead asleep all over the floor. He sighed and went to sleep with his head nestled between her pillowy titties. He was none other than Peter. He had fucked every single girl in the school at least once, Valerie a couple more times, and three comes straight in a row into the divine snatch of Miss Ferguson. For once, he wasn't the slightest bit horny.
Things changed around the school after that. Even Mary Frances had to admit that the changes were for the better, though it was Valerie who dictated them to her at a school meeting the next morning. Mary Frances had just sat there and smiled and smiled and smiled and agreed to everything that was proposed.
Of course, most the changes revolved around Miss Ferguson's hidden television network the students put a monitor in the study room and that put an end to Miss Ferguson's self-centered enjoyment of sex. At long last the students had a school they could enjoy.
