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
