Frank Levy

The voyeur teacher

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.