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 firm rubber thrillers down on her clit. She went wild in the chair, her feet up on the control panel in front of her and her ass bouncing around on the swivel chair until she almost tipped over backwards. The rubber spikes felt like a million little pricks, each one rubbing its shaft over her giant clit. She gasped and shook and started out on a long, drawn-out orgasm, thinking of the promises that the boy's body held out for her in the future. Her mouth opened, and she licked at the tops of her tits, madly trying to get her nipples into her mouth, but unwilling to let go of the thrilling tool for a second.
She fucked the plastic dong in and out of her gushing pussy as hard and as fast as she could go, slamming the rubbery knobs against her clit at the end of each thrust and riding the long cresting wave of her orgasm higher and higher.
She threw back her head, shaking loose her long dark hair and breathing deeply in her satisfaction. Her skin flushed with her excitement, sweating tiny, glistening drops of salty dew over her aching, fulfilled body. Yes, he would do very well indeed. He would do very, very well. She must make her plans very carefully, to make sure that she drew out every last drop of pleasure from the process of taking his cherry and turning him into a man.
At dinner that night, Peter discovered that the school was as small and select as it had been advertised. There were only fifteen boys and fifteen girls in the whole place. They ate dinner at two long tables. Miss Ferguson sat at the head of the boys' table and Mr. Kristopoulos sat with the girls. Peter spent most of the dinner looking at the people he would be spending his time with in the future.
The girls at the other table were really something else. There were all types, blondes, brunettes, and redheads, but they all had one thing in common – they were fucking gorgeous! Peter had never seen such a group of good-looking girls in one place before and not a single loser in the whole bunch. All that prime, luscious pussy, and every bit of it probably going to waste, he thought. God, would he like to get just one of them alone in a nice, quiet, dark place.
"Peter, you don't seem to be very hungry. Doesn't the food appeal to you?" Miss Ferguson asked him.
"Oh, yeah, sure, tastes fine, I guess I just…"
"Yes, Ma'am, Peter," she said with her lips tightening just a little.
"Huh?"
"You will say, yes, Ma'am, Peter, not yeah, when you address me in the future."
"Oh, yeah, sure, uh, I mean, yes, Ma'am," he stammered.
"And you will stand when you address me," she added.
He blushed furiously. That was just what he was in no condition to do at the moment. His cock was sticking straight out in his pants. If he stood up, there was no way that he could hide such a raging hard-on as he had then.
"Stand up, Peter."
Jeez! His cock was as hard as it would get. He pushed his chair back and stood up holding his napkin in front of his bulging crotch as casually as he could. Every boy and girl in the room was looking right at him. He could feel their curious eyes riveted on him.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said and started to sit down.
"Just a moment, Peter," she said. "I want to ask you about the food."
"It's fine, I just…"
"Wipe your lips, please, you have some gravy on your mouth."
Christ! There was no way out of it. He wiped his mouth with his napkin as fast as he could, but he knew that every one of them had got a good look at his straining dork trying to bust open his zipper. He could even feel a spot of juice soaking through his pants from the head of his cock.
"You may be seated, Peter." She said it with a perfectly even voice and not a trace of anger on her mouth or a smile either, but her eyes glittered at him a little. He was sweating with embarrassment.
The reactions of the boys and girls could be divided into three groups. About a third of them had little smiles on their faces. They knew what Miss Ferguson was up to and enjoyed it along with her. Another third looked nervous. They were the ones who had had some experience with Miss Ferguson, but didn't yet know that anyone else had. The rest looked as confused and embarrassed as Peter himself.