I know what some people might think, but I really couldn't help myself. The girl's dormitory is, of course, out of bounds to male staff but sometimes I find an excuse to be near the building; inspecting the garden beds under the windows, checking for 'contraband' … that sort of thing and sometimes when you do this during the hours of darkness, well, you just can't help noticing things can you?
The first time I went to her window I had no idea who's room it was or even that I was going to play 'peeping tom'. I did, genuinely, go to check that part of the grounds, as a good faculty member must do when on evening yard duty. Her room has a neatly manicured flowerbed right under the large, old-fashioned window and it is well known that some students tend to dump their trash into these beds. Well, I must say that in her case this is not so as the flowerbeds were immaculate; this I quickly saw in the spilled light from her room. I was about to leave when movement caught my eye. I stood in the shadow of an old cherry plum tree where I was virtually invisible to anyone either walking by or looking out from the building. I know that girl. I see her every day. She is in my English Literature class. What was her name again? Some kind of gem, I … Jade! That was it. Jade wants to become a writer and I think she will be quite good at it from what I have seen of her work.
At that very moment I was looking into her room. A tall, leggy girl, she came in from a side door - a bathroom I would say as she wore a bottle green toweling robe and was rubbing her long red hair with a hand towel. So lovely, and I could smell freshly washed skin and floral soap coming out through the open window. My breath caught deep in my chest, as she turned in mid stride, throwing herself butt first onto her bed. Although she kept her legs primly together the robe did ride up quite a lot revealing milky white thighs, while the front of the garment billowed enough that I got a nice glimpse of two perfect breasts bouncing with the impact on the bed.
My eyes peered until they watered as I tried to pry under the hem of that moss colored robe. Frustrating, but it had not ridden up quite high enough to reveal all her goodies and I so wanted to ogle that sweet juicy pussy I knew was hiding only inches behind the hemline.
She dropped onto her right elbow, a magazine laid on the bed in front of her. I hadn't even seen her pick it up, so intent was I in focusing my will power on that hem as if telekinesis would suddenly thrust away the toweling and bare her all. She, shifting her posture, did reward me as gravity pulled the lower side of the gown away from her right breast and that perfect, delicious orb sprang into full view. Magnificent tits! The nipple poked out like a cheeky little tongue from a tanned areola and I felt my mouth salivate at the thought of sucking it, teasing it with my tongue. My cock was beginning to bulge and I felt its pressure against my 'sensible' schoolmaster's trousers. Oh, I do hope I get to see her pussy before I have to leave.
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It was as if the God of Porn was watching, it really was. No sooner was I thinking that wicked thought, picturing her wet and wonderful gash grinning at me then she moved her left leg, cocking it until her knee was perpendicular to the bed. This caused her legs to gape apart and now I could see under that robe. She was shaved! Only a stylishly thin line of cunt hair ran up her belly but the pussy was pink and clean, bald as a baby's.
Now my cock puffed itself up until it became a steel rod in my trousers, thrusting against the clenched metal teeth of my zipper. Oh fuck, my balls were aching. I looked at that juicy, sweet, young, virginal snatch and images of humping and pumping and wild, unabridged fucking flashed through my fevered brain.
I think the fact that I knew she was totally oblivious to my presence made me all the hornier. All I wanted to do was get in there, fuck her in every hole and then shoot gallons of cum all over her. My thoughts ran hot and a rill of perspiration coursed down my forehead, tickling along my cheek until it reached my chin.
Even at that stage I could have…probably would have…turned my eyes away and plodded back to my lonely little room with all its dusty books and the stained coffee maker and the sad little array of nick-knacks along its DIY shelves. I probably would have stripped to my shorts and lay on my bed, three fingers of 'Teachers' scotch in a grubby jam jar and masturbated until I shot my load into a wad of Kleenex before getting half drunk and dropping off to sleep. Okay, I hear many of you snickering, but I bet that I wouldn't be the only man in the world that would consider that a highly sexual experience!
But that isn't what happened. Oh no! Far from it! If I had discovered the elixir of Doctor Jekyl, then maybe I could explain what happened next. If only she hadn't started to…
I couldn't see the title of the magazine she was reading, although I was probably no more than a dozen yards away. It was lying on the bed and the angle of the book made it impossible for me to see what was on those glossy pages. Obviously it was something very pornographic as I saw her begin to squirm in that special way ladies have when they begin to get sexually aroused. Her tongue darted out and licked full, cherry red lips while her left hand reached across and cupped her right tit. Long fingers curled around the nipple: rosy and sweet, just begging to be sucked.
As she massaged that lovely tit, she began to moan and lick around her mouth, tossing her head at intervals. Her legs moved; then and she rolled onto her back. My cock was beating at the barn door now, thumping against the metallic barrier of my zipper as I watched her candy pink cunt parting its lips. Oh my god! It was beautiful! My mouth ran with saliva and I could think of no nicer dish than to sup on her maiden's delight. Pussy on my tongue, oh fuck…how many years? I have had girl friends. Well, female acquaintances I gather from singles bars from time to time. Most are well used and if their cunts had odometers they would be reading in the zillions but...hey! While I got me a straight 8 to drive, I'm gonna need a place to park! Right?
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Jade was nothing like that. She was nineteen: young, beautiful, a sex goddess just into her prime. As I watched she lay back on the bed, legs splayed wide and began rubbing her clit with a long, nimble finger. She jerked her ass up and down in a kind of rhythm that ran contrary to her slowly questing, rotating finger but each time she thrust up with her hips I just melted. Her cunt was glistening now in the medium glow of her room and each time she rose up I could see the dark prissy kiss of her asshole like a little brown flower waiting to be plucked.
By now I had given up being a 'proper' schoolmaster and gentleman. My hand shook as I ripped down the catch of my zipper and fumbled around until my cock sprang free. I know now why God never gave a penis a voice! Mine would have shouted with glee at its new freedom. I grasped it and felt the thrill of that hot, thick cylinder of flesh as my fingers wrapped around it. A series of experimental tugs caused waves of electric pleasure to surge through me; my toes tingled and yet I watched. Watched as slim writer's fingers dipped Venus's well; watched as a thumb rubbed rapidly across a bulging clit; watched as her fingers parted pussy lips to let me view her candy pink depths. Oh, how I needed to taste that scrumptious crumpet!
My right fist was working like a piston now and I was grunting small animal sounds as I beat my meat. I'd arched my back thus thrusting my cock out into the night and was looking down at it. How proud it stood. How it wanted to burrow deeply into a nice warm cunt! The redness of sexual ecstasy welled up inside my head and my vision blurred. Thus I did not see my sweet angel stop her ministrations, frown prettily, and get off her bed. I was looking into a world of fornication: pussy and cock wrestled and struggled in slippery solace, whirling in my brain as I tugged myself towards climax. She crossed to the window and stood framed in the light, peering into darkness. My grunts and moans had reached her and now she sought the source. Even in the darkness, eclipsed by the leafiness of the tree, she caught a glimpse of me … a mere shade, a shadow puppet pounding a penumbral penis completely oblivious of her voyeurism.
"Oh! Mr. Ashton! What are you doing?"
Reality replaced the swirling erotic dance of pussies and penises gyrating; coupling in my head. My eyes focused on her horrified features as she stood at her window only a little more than an arm's length from me. She saw! Her eyes focused on my angry cock strangling in my right hand and her expression was one of dismay! Ah, fuck! Oh Christ on a crutch! Now what? Twenty-five years of teaching flashed through my mind culminating in a scene where I was tied to the flagpole, naked and blindfolded before a firing squad handpicked from the school faculty.
