A Teacher and Her Voyeur

by Mandurah

©Copyright 2022 Mandurah

Chapter 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!

Chapter Two

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.