![]() Once he had her tight in his grip he began to ram his cock harder and deeper inside her pussy. He grabbed her arse cheeks and sunk his fingers into her soft flesh. "Oh, yes, yes, do it, do it, push it in deeper!" she gasped. His powerful thrusts and coarse words were clearly exciting her as he continued to assault her body over and over again. "Goddamn it woman!" he hissed again, "How tight is your pussy?" "I've waited so long for this moment, whore," he hissed through gritted teeth, "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll be begging for more and more." The sight of seeing Mrs Thompson looking so powerless was fast becoming the most erotic thing I had ever seen, but then, I did see the most erotic thing ever. I could know see his cock with its head buried inside Mrs Thompson, throbbing and waiting patiently to be thrust forwards, hard and deep. He then grabbed her legs and raised them onto his shoulders, giving me an even more perfect view. To hear one of my teachers talk in such a filthy way had my own pussy gushing, and I slid a hand into my panties and started to stroke my clit. me, oh, fuck that feels good," she managed to moan, "Just put it in and. "Have patience, Mrs Thompson." He chuckled. Her back arched when he sunk only the head of his cock into her body with tiny movements of his hips. "Oh! Oh, fuck, Mr Wilson." She panted, as he rubbed the swollen tip of his cock up and down her sensitive lips. She was totally on display, offering the most sacred part of her body to a man who wasn't even her husband, and I, one of her pupils was about to watch her do it. I couldn't help but groan my arousal as I watched her raise her legs into the air and spread them wider. I still had a great view when he stopped in front of her and held his cock between her legs. His cock was huge, bouncing off his flat, tanned stomach as he stepped closer to the eagerly waiting Mrs Thompson. I gasped again as I saw, walking naked towards the spread eagled Mrs Thompson, no other than Mr Wilson, the head of Physical Education. Her breasts looked so full and inviting, her nipples were stiff, like my own, poking straight out in front of her. I grew jealous as I grabbed my own breasts and took in the wonderful view of her much larger, rounder ones. Instead of finding a thatch of hair I found two swollen lips glistening in the light. My nipples stiffened against my thin pyjama top when I looked down between her legs and noticed her shaven mound. In school she was always so respectable and polite, but here with her stocking clad thighs spread wide she looked so hot and horny. I gasped as my breathing quickened, and my panties became damp at the sight. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, legs spread hanging over the edge of the desk and her blouse was fully unbuttoned. Lying on her back upon the desk was Mrs Thompson, the head of Geography. The gap between the door and its surround was just about big enough for me to see all that I needed to see in the room. ![]() I knew what the noises were, but I couldn't quite believe I was hearing them in a building full with pupils and teachers. ![]() My mouth went dry as I quietly stepped closer. On my way back from the toilet I noticed one of the office doors was ajar, and a sound drew me to it. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, desperately needing the toilet. My first experience of voyeurism takes me back to when I was a school girl, and about thirty pupils, including myself, and four teachers went to North Wales on a school field trip. If any of us were given the chance to secretly watch the intimate secrets and the dirty deeds of others, I think we'd all take that chance. I don't care what anybody says, deep down, there's a voyeur in all of us.
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