A Teacher and Her Voyeur

by Mandurah

©Copyright 2022 Mandurah

Part One

“Johnson... Johnson, are you even listening? Johnson,” Ms Stevenson yelled. There was a sharp crack as she slammed her ruler onto my desk, breaking me out of my reverie and momentarily bringing me back to reality.

“Have you heard a word I have said to you, Johnson, or are you lost in your world of footie paradise? Slamming a goal through the big sticks. Answer me, now!...”

Stupidly, I was off with my thoughts again. I would love to have you flat on your back, on your desk, as I hold your legs wide by the ankles, and the only slamming would be my cock up your cunt, I thought dreamily.

Ms Stevenson slammed the ruler so hard on my desk again that it snapped in two. “JOHNSON... I asked you a question two minutes ago, and all I got was a blank stare,” Ms Stevensen shouted.

“Sorry, Ms, what was the question?”

“Oh, why bother? You’re an imbecile, Johnson. You have your final exams in four months, and all you do all day long is dream. Wake up to yourself. The real world is only months away.”

She turned on her heels and walked back to the front of the class. I watched her walk down the aisle, leaning to the side, keeping her tight arse in view, ogling her sexy butt. The object of my desire. I thought about how I would love to stick my cock up there.

I looked across at my two mates, Phil and River. What parents call their son River? At least my parents gave me a sensible name, like Jack. They both had stupid smirks on their faces as they looked at me. Knowing I was in the shit again. The two girls behind me rolled some paper into balls and threw them at me, hitting me on the head. I turned around to see who it was. I should have guessed Summer and Emily, the two wannabe supermodels.

“You’re a dickhead, Jack,” Summer called out.

“Stop ogling Stevo’s arse, you perv,” Emily followed up.

Now, in our final year at school, four months before our leaver’s exams. I found myself infatuated with my year twelve teacher, Ms Stevensen.

She looked to be in her mid-thirties, but I’m sure she was older, old enough to be my mum. She carries herself so well and clearly looks after herself. You never see much skin, as she wears skirts or dresses below the knee with white, black, or charcoal hold-ups or pantyhose covering her lower legs, and her shirts are always long-sleeved buttoned at the wrist. Her breasts were on the small side and never saw her cleavage with her shirt buttoned to the top. Her hair was usually in a bun, but on odd occasions, she wore it down to her shoulders, which was such a huge turn-on for me.

I couldn’t see any rings on her ring finger, so there was no way of knowing if she was married or in any relationship. But why was an eighteen-year-old boy full of testosterone lusting after his teacher? Because I’m an eighteen-year-old boy full of testosterone, of course, and she was hot! Yeah, I’ve had sex a couple of times with different girls. But Ms Stevensen looked so sexy. She was a hot-looking fuckable milf, I would love to have sex with her, but I had to make do with jacking off each night as I lustfully thought about fucking her bent over her desk.

A week went by, and fortunately, I’d not been the focus of Ms Stevensens attention. I was determined to keep out of trouble and do well, but my mind kept wandering off, dreaming of having Ms Stevensen naked, sucking on my cock, before fucking her doggy style.

My lust increased when I saw Stevo on Wednesday morning. Something had changed drastically. She had gone from conservatively dressed to a raging horny milf school teacher overnight. Wow, I was stunned, and I’m sure all the guys in class had their eyes popping out of their heads and hands on their cocks. She wore a skirt barely covering her butt cheeks, white stay-ups, heels, a short sleeve top, and her hair was down to her shoulders. And those legs with the heels she wore. Fuck, I was getting hard just looking at her, talk about a screaming sex siren.

At lunch break, Phil, River, and I got together. “What do you reckon about Stevo?” I gasped.

“You should have been sitting where I was when she bent over. I could see the frilly tops of her stay-ups, the smooth-looking flesh above up to her white g-string sitting in the crack of her arse. Fuck, it made me hard,” Phil said.

“You lucky bastard,” River chipped in.

“Who do you reckon’s knocking her off?” I asked.

“How the fuck would I know, dickhead? But she must be screwing one of the other teachers. Otherwise, why would she come to school dressed like that?” Phil said.

“Maybe it’s Adam, the new sports master, or Burko, the science weirdo, and what about Will, the principal?” River suggested.

“Get off the grass, you dork. Who’d go with Burko with his beer gut? You’d have to be desperate. I reckon it’s Adam. He’s new, so yeah, he has to be the one fixing her up,” I said.

“But how are we gonna find out?” River asked.

“I know. We’ll watch the car park to see when she leaves, or who with, what do you reckon?” Phil said.

“We can take turns to watch and see what happens,” I said.

Stevo dressed the same sexy way every day she came to school, and she was messing with my head now with how she dressed. Her figure looked so damn hot. It has to be one of the male teachers knocking her off. Lucky bastard!

We put our plan in place to covertly stake out the teacher’s car park. One of us stayed behind each night, waiting for Stevo to leave. Nothing in the first week, but we missed out on Wednesday because of footy training.

After class the following Wednesday, I was on my way to footie practice when I realized I had left my calculator on my desk, so I returned to the classroom to find Stevo applying lipstick and perfume as I entered.

“Johnson, what are you doing here? You startled me?” Stevo said in alarm.

“Sorry, Ms Stevensen, I left my calculator behind. So I’ve come back to collect it.” I pointed at my desk, where you could see the calculator.

“Just hurry and get it,” Ms Stevensen said in a flustered, angry tone.

After collecting the calculator, I raced back to footy training and caught up with Phil and River.

“Guys, guys,” I said excitedly while getting my breath back, “It’s tonight. Whatever’s going down with Stevo, it’s tonight. I went back to class, and there she was, applying lipstick, perfume and making herself look good. She went bright red when she saw me and was all flustered.”

“Great, we’ll check it out after training,” Phil stated.

My mind wasn’t on footie training tonight. All I kept thinking about was Stevo getting fucked on her desk. The session couldn’t end fast enough for me; I was making mistake after mistake and caught the coach’s eye for screwing up so many drills. That meant I had to do two laps of the field as punishment, plus some sit-ups and star jumps.

After training, the three of us rushed back to school, where we quietly crept around outside, stopping to look through various windows. Our voyeurism paid off when we got to Stevo’s classroom.

Stevo was lying face down across her desk, her skirt flipped up on her back, and her panties were around her knees. Standing behind her was Burko. Fuck! Beer belly, Burko. Surely she could do better than that, I thought. He held a ruler in his left hand, pulled it back with his right, then let it go. You could hear a sharp crack as it slapped Stevo’s arse cheeks.

He alternated between left and right cheeks. I was so hard that, without thinking, I got my cock out and began jerking off. I was so fucking excited. When I looked at Phil and River, they were doing the same. Thank God for that, I thought.

Burko rubbed Stevo’s arse after applying several slaps before treating her to another ten to each cheek and again rubbing them, and you could see the outline of the ruler on each butt cheek, which was a delightful shade of pink. He stopped spanking her, then squeezed her butt and fingered her pussy. River began to grunt and shoot his load against the classroom wall. After fingering Stevo for a while, Burko dropped his strides (pants) and rammed his cock into her pussy. Her head jerked back and forth as she gripped the desk, and you could hear soft moans and whimpers as he fucked her. Both Phil and I came together, shooting torrents of cum against the wall.

The three of us straightened up and quickly left. “Wow, what a lucky bastard Burko is,” River said.

“Yeah, who would have thought a guy with an unflattering beer belly would pull a milf like Stevo?” I said.

“And Burko is married with kids, the fucking cheater,” Phil chimed in.

“Better than watching porn on the net, eh guys,” I said.

“Fucking oath.”

“Shit, yeah.”

“So, are we good for next Wednesday for more perving?” I asked.

“try to keep us away. Fucking awesome.”

The three of us kept the secret to ourselves. School was a drag, and I only had thoughts for the coming Wednesday, so I could hopefully watch Stevo being fucked again.

Stevo wore sexy, revealing clothes all week, increasing my lust and desire for her, and I thought she looked sexier than ever. I kept my head down, working hard, but my cock was so hard and aching every day. My mind had a permanent image of Stevo spread across her desk, getting fucked. She looked so seductive in her white holds-ups, her panties down around her knees, and her skirt flipped onto her back. Fuck, I’m going to have to jerk off at break time. I felt so horny so I turned around to Summer, “Hey, Summer, how about you jerk me off while I finger your pussy at break time?”

“In your dreams, sleazebag.”

“Johnson, turn around. What are you and McPherson talking about? Perhaps you would like to share it with the class?”

“Nothing Ms. No Ms.”

“McPherson, would you care to enlighten the class regarding what you and Johnson were talking about?”

“I’m not sure I should say, Ms.”

“Yes, you can. We are all adults. Please share what Johnson asked.”

What the fuck. There is no way fucking Stevo could have heard what I said, I thought as I slinked lower in my chair, with my face turning red. I hope Summer invents a lie.

“Well, Ms. Jack was asking me for a date, you know. He said he wanted to get into my panties at break time.”

The class erupted in laughter, and I saw Stevo looking a little flustered. And for a moment, she lost her composure. I looked across at my two mates who had made a circle between their index finger and thumb with their left hand and were poking the index finger of their right back and forth through it, imitating a fucking motion.

“All right, class, settle down, come on, settle now. McPherson, thank you for enlightening us, but too much info, I think.”

“You did ask, Ms.”

I kept a low profile for the rest of the week but was looking forward to next Wednesday, hoping to see more action.

Footie training had finished, and the three of us raced back to school, anticipating what was in store. We were out of breath and breathing hard as we crept up to Stevo’s classroom window. “Guys, keep the noise down. We don’t want to get caught,” I said.

We were like meerkats as we slowly raised our heads above the brick wall, allowing us to watch the action. But this time, I had my phone and quickly set it to video tonight’s session.

Wow. If we thought last week was hot, holy fuck, tonight was smoking hot. Stevo was naked, spread-eagled, and tied face down to her desk. Oh wow! I dropped my pants as fast as I could. Phil and River had beaten me to it and already had their cocks out, stroking their hard-ons.

Burko was naked too, and it was not a pretty sight, but to be fair, he was well-hung. I knew there had to be a reason a hot fucking milf like Stevo let him fuck her.

He started just like last week, firstly tanning her arse with the ruler, before spanking her with his hand. He spanked her longer and harder than last week, and we could hear the loud slap as his hand hit her arse cheeks. Even through the windows, we could hear Stevo moaning as she pulled against her restraints and lifted her head off the desk every time Burko slapped her arse. I shot my first load against the wall as I heard Stevo continue moaning.

Burko took hold of a butt plug, lubed it up, and slipped it up Stevo’s arse. She bucked and writhed around as much as her bonds would allow, letting out several whimpers as the wide part of the plug stretched her sphincter. Burko slapped her arse again and tapped the plug before he went around to her face.

The three of us were still holding and pulling on our flaccid cocks after we shot our first load, willing them back to hardness.

Burko took hold of Stevo’s face, slipped his cock into her mouth, and face fucked her. He jerked his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth and throat, and it looked like Stevo gagged several times as she struggled to breathe while trying to pull her head back.

Burko pulled out, went behind her, slapped her arse again, pulled the butt plug in and out a few times, then rammed his cock up her cunt, just as I shot my second load against the wall.

The fucking continued at a rapid pace. Burko was grunting, and Stevo was moaning. It was so fucking hot to watch. I would have loved to have been Burko fucking Stevo instead of jacking off.

Burko pulled out of her pussy, removed the butt plug from her arse, then applied some lube to her puckered opening and his cock, then slid it up her back passage. The three of us audibly groaned as we saw Burko’s impressive cock stretch Stevo’s arse wide as we pulled on our cocks harder and faster.

Stevo began moaning as Burko reamed her arse, and after a while, going by the noise they made, they climaxed together. We all shot another load of jizz against the wall before quickly tucking our semi-hard cocks into our pants and taking off.

Once outside the school grounds, River asked, “Did you get it all on video?”

“Fucking right, I did!” I grinned.

“Let’s watch and see.”

We watched the video, and the three of us had stupid grins on our faces. I sent the video to both Phil’s and River’s phones.

“Fucking awesome, dude,” River yelled.

“What a horny shag bag Stevo is,” Phil said.

“I think she’s kinky and into BDSM,” I said.

“What are we going to do?” Phil asked.

“What do you mean? Like, we’re gonna come back every Wednesday and watch. Man, there is no better entertainment unless you were fucking Stevo yourself, is there?” I said.

Phil and River both agreed.

The following week at school was agony for me, knowing I could watch but not participate in Stevo getting spanked and fucked.

Wednesday again, and we closed in on Stevo’s classroom. The lights were on, but no one was there, so we sat and waited. We took another look, and nothing, then suddenly. “Johnson, Simpson, Watkins. What are you three doing looking through the window?”

Fuck, fuck, shit. Busted big time.

“Get into my classroom immediately,” shouted Ms Stevensen.

The three of us said nothing as we went into the classroom. Ms Stevensen was fuming as we stood silently in front of her. I wonder if Stevo and Burko had been fucking in his classroom? Shit, why didn’t we check it out earlier?

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