My name is Kassie; I’m 18 and am doing my HSC this year. I have always set very strict goals for myself and force myself to reach them, that’s 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 “how we are feeling today”. It’s 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 hadn’t been for my meeting that week and seeing as it was pouring with rain outside and I didn’t really feel like walking home in it, I stopped in and asked if it was alright to do it now.
“Of corse Kassie” Mr Mackenzie replied “My door is always open”. He’s always full of those cheesy clichés, you get used to it.
I walked in, shutting the door behind me, as was the usual procedure, although there wasn’t much need as the school was already deserted even with the rain outside. I sat down on the couch under the window; Mr Mackenzie’s office was always very comfortable.
“I was wondering where you’d been this week Kassie.” Mr Mackenzie also had a way of saying your name a lot at the end of his sentences, I don’t know why…
“I’m real sorry Mr Mac, I’ve been totally swamped.”
“That’s too bad Kassie.”
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 isn’t bad to look at. I’d guess early 30’s, but I’d never thought I’d 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 he’d 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.
