My name is Kassie; Iâm 18 and am doing my HSC this year. I have always set very strict goals for myself and force myself to reach them, thatâs why this year has been so hard, but it will be worth it.
Now, at my school it is compulsory, during our final year, to take part in a psychological program to monitor student stress levels during the HSC. Once a week we are required to visit the school councillor to discuss âhow we are feeling todayâ. Itâs kinda lame if you have no issues to talk about, like me, but it is necessary.
My story takes place on a Friday afternoon. I realised that I hadnât been for my meeting that week and seeing as it was pouring with rain outside and I didnât really feel like walking home in it, I stopped in and asked if it was alright to do it now.
âOf corse Kassieâ Mr Mackenzie replied âMy door is always openâ. Heâs always full of those cheesy clichĂ©s, you get used to it.
I walked in, shutting the door behind me, as was the usual procedure, although there wasnât much need as the school was already deserted even with the rain outside. I sat down on the couch under the window; Mr Mackenzieâs office was always very comfortable.
âI was wondering where youâd been this week Kassie.â Mr Mackenzie also had a way of saying your name a lot at the end of his sentences, I donât know whyâŠ
âIâm real sorry Mr Mac, Iâve been totally swamped.â
âThatâs too bad Kassie.â
We continued on like this for a while just discussing homework, teachers, classes, tests⊠until he sat down beside me on the couch, quite close to me actually. My body went on alert at the invasion, however slight and unintended it might be, of my personal space.
We talked like this for a while longer until he placed his hand on my leg. Just below the hem of my skirt. He continued to talk as his hand slid up my leg higher and higher under my skirt. Every place his hand touched became alive as he got closer and closer to my increasingly wet pussy.
Now Mr Mackenzie isnât bad to look at. Iâd guess early 30âs, but Iâd never thought Iâd be turned on like this over a teacher, but I figured, why not? There was no one around and I was interested as to where this might lead.
He began to stroke my pussy through my panties, pink lace in case you were wondering, and heâd stopped talking now.
I caught my breath as he pushed aside my panties and plunged one thick finger into my now steaming cunt. He worked it in and out faster and faster, adding another then another as I sat there letting it all happen. He began to undo my school shirt, button by button until he had revealed my heaving bosom, encased in a matching pink bra. He quickly removed that also, exposing my breasts in full. He massaged them with his free hand whilst continuing to finger my twat. Soon he started getting rougher. Pulling and twisting my nipples until I cried out. He bent down kissing and licking my breast before sucking hard on my delicate rosebuds occasionally biting down on them. He removed his hands then removed his pants, undoing his fly to reveal his hard-on. He quickly directed my head to his crotch. I instinctively opened my mouth and slid my lips down his long shaft until I felt it hit the back of my throat. With his hand on the back of my head, and with a fistful of my hair I continued to swallow his cock deep-throating him as far as I could before he began to groan deeply and I could sense him go stiff just as he released his hot jizz down my throat and into my belly.
Without missing a beat he pulled me off him and led me to his desk. He lifted me onto it kneeling before me, lifting my skirt and removing my panties with his teeth. Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my pussy as he started to lick it. My head swam as his talented tongue plunged inside me then started playing with my clit. I was breathing heavily, about to go over the edge when, much to my dismay and discomfort he removed his wonderful tongue.
âOh god, donât stop!â I pleaded him, âFuck me!â
Without a word he pulled me down, stripped me of my remaining clothing, turned me around and bent me over his desk.
âDo it now!â I screamed at him and he slammed his entire length into me at once. I cried out but he took no notice of me after that. He just continued to thrust his big cock into me again and again. The pleasure mixed with the pain was intoxicating and I moaned loudly as he pushed me over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm.
It was a few moments before I realised that we were not alone.
I went white with fright when I realised that my history teacher was standing at the door with his dick getting hard in his hand watching as Mr Mackenzie continued to pound my young pussy. He walked over to us his eyes wandering over my naked body.
âRight on time John,â Mr Mackenzie groaned âjust getting her warmed up.â With that he pulled out of me and ordered me to open my mouth. I didnât move.
âOpen your FUCKING mouth bitch!â he groaned, slapping my face hard. I opened up and took another load into my belly.