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.