Wet Wet Wet

Innocent Australian teen loves to have her cunt teased

Okay, Melissa, let's get this story tidied up a bit.
My name is Melissa, but my friends have always called me Missy. I'm eighteen years old and live at home with my parents. Being an only child means privacy is never an issue.
You see, I discovered boys about six months ago, quite by accident, actually. Ever since then, I can't seem to get enough of them. Although I haven't had proper sex yet, I ache to have a cock inside me every time I see one. I've become quite skilled at teasing boys and making them cum. I've even had a select few of them in my mouth, and I know it won't be long until my cunt is stretched full of a delicious, fat piece of meat.
Anyway, this morning on my way to school, a teacher I knew quite well boarded the bus. We locked eyes straight away, and he walked over and sat next to me. As with any guy lately, as he walked toward me, my gaze fell to his crotch. It was like a bullet as I focused on his tight jeans; I saw the outline of the biggest cock I'd ever seen and instantly became as wet as I'd ever been.
I looked back up at his eyes. He was smiling at me as he sat down and said, "Sorry, I don't normally wear these jeans on a school day, for obvious reasons."
I sat there, unable to say anything. I was so wet I could feel my knickers getting damp and thought I'd explode if I moved and wasn't able to finger myself. The bus was filling up, and at the next stop, an elderly couple got on. Walking past us, Mr. Mackay offered them his seat, so, having no choice, I was obliged to give up mine and stand in the crowded aisle with Mr. Mackay standing directly behind me.
As the bus departed the stop, it lurched forward, and I stumbled backward. As I did, Mr. Mackay stopped my backward momentum, and I felt his hard cock through his jeans. I froze in place as I felt Mr. Mackay hump his hard cock against me. I actually felt it rub the outer lips of my cunt through my clothes. That was it; I started cumming right there on the spot.
As I did, he whispered in my ear, "Sorry about that." All I could manage was a noise in the back of my throat. Then he said, "Straight to my office after homeroom, please."
I arrived at school and quickly made my way to the toilets. I went in quickly, found an empty stall, stepped in, and locked the door behind me. Although someone had occupied the stall next to me, I sat and jammed two fingers deep into my hole and came for the second time that day.
After homeroom, my class teacher, Miss Oliver, said, "Missy, Mr. Mackay wants you in his office right away."
Hearing that, my hole became moist, and my clit throbbed and ached so much that I could feel my swollen flaps rubbing against it with every step closer I got to his office. I arrived at his door and knocked. From within, I heard Mr. Mackay say, "Come in," but his voice was different; it was very authoritarian, quite stern. "COME IN PLEASE."
I entered the room. Mr. Mackay was sitting at his desk, opposite was a comfortable-looking three-seat lounge. "SIT DOWN THERE PLEASE."
I did what I was told and sat down, but I was wondering why he was being so abrupt with me and thought I might be in some sort of trouble (I was, but not how I thought). As I sat down, Mr. Mackay rose from his seat behind his desk, moved around the front, and leaned against it directly in front of me. I could see his cock clearly through the front of his jeans, and obviously, it was hard. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it twitch in his pants and I let out a little moan.
With that, I looked up at his eyes, and then he spoke. "I wish to discuss with you the events of our bus ride to school this morning."
"Yes," I said with a question in my voice.
"What are your thoughts on what took place?"
"Well," I started, "it's all a bit blurry to be honest. But I do remember how wet I was from just seeing the outline of your... well, your cock."
"Mmm, I see. And it has an obvious effect on you now, by the amount of squirming you're doing on that seat." With that, he stepped toward me and asked if I had ever seen a hard cock up close.
I cleared my throat and replied, "Yes, I have, but not anything as big as yours seems to be."
"Yes, I've overheard some of the boys talking in the locker room. Apparently, you've become quite talented at sucking cock but haven't yet given that nasty hole of yours away to any of those horny little fuckers. Is that also true?"
"Yes, that's true on both counts. I love to suck cock; it's so empowering, but lately, it's been incredibly difficult to keep my virginity intact."
"Why is that?" Mr. Mackay asked as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his fly down.
"Because all I can think about is cock every waking moment. I dream of having one inside me, and although I've reached the age of consent, it's five days until I turn eighteen, and I would like to keep temptation at bay until then. But as I sit here, that looks like it's going to be incredibly difficult."
Mr. Mackay then reached out and grabbed my hand, placing it on his cock. Although it was through his jocks, I could feel the heat from it and could trace the outline of a prominent vein down the side. "Unlike you, I didn't rush to the toilet and relieve myself as soon as I got here this morning. It's been hard ever since I saw you on the bus."
How did he know I went to the toilet when I got here, and better yet, how did he know I had fingered myself to orgasm thinking about his cock?
"Your homeroom teacher, Miss Oliver, is very good at knowing what her students are up to. Better yet, she was in the stall next to you and listened while you came all over your dirty fingers."
By now, the head of his cock was sticking out the top of his underpants, just begging to be touched, begging to be licked, and so, so desperately begging to be sucked. He pulled his underwear down just enough so his entire cock was free. I grabbed the base of it, and to my shock, my hand couldn't reach all the way around it. The excitement had also reached fever pitch between my legs, and I felt extremely close to cumming again.
To my shock, Mr. Mackay backed away from me at this point and asked if my cunt was wet. Hearing him talk in such a vulgar manner did nothing to stop my hole from clenching and releasing with every beat of my heart.
"My God, yes, it's so very wet, as wet as it has ever been."
"Show me," he said. "Show me how wet you are. Lay back on the lounge, open your legs, and drag your knickers to one side and show me."
I did what he said, spreading my legs as wide as I could, dragging my panties to one side as I did so. Pulling my panties to the side, I had unintentionally managed to drag my piss flap with it, exposing my very wet and very open hole to him.
Without saying a word, he crouched down in front of me and put his head between my legs and started to lick, then chew and suck at my clit. He also put his tongue inside me and lapped at my hole, sucking my juices directly from my cunt. I was cumming so intensely I was shaking all over, and just as I thought I had finished, another wave of pleasure swept over me again and again. I lost count of how many times I came, but eventually, I had to push him away from my cunt before I passed out. He stood before me, and with a smile on his face, put his cock back into his pants, said, "Can't wait till next week," and left the room.

Two days had passed since my encounter with Mr Mackay and honestly over those 48 hours all I can think about is his fat cock and imagining it being forced into my tight vergin hole.

This morning in home room I caught Miss Oliver staring at me in the most peculiar manner.
She wasn't looking at my eyes but rather had her gaze shift from my top to in between my legs. I thought to myself I wonder if she knows how wet iv been or indeed how wet I am right at this moment.
Im not sure why i did but I parted my legs ever so slightly and let my hand fall mindlessly between my legs and innocently touched the top of my mound at that moment I made eye contact with her and she gestured for me to spread my legs wider at the same time I noticed she had her legs parted quite wide and a swolen flap was poturiding out the side of her underware..

Just as I started to get realy worked up the bell rang for the start of first period and I was about to get up and head for class Miss Oliver asked me to stay as she needed to discuss a matter of utmost importance with me.. .

As soon as everyone had left the class Miss Oliver said now Missy let's see that tight little hole of yours it's all I can think about since I heard you fingering yourself in the toilet block two days ago. I'd love to watch you finger yourself and I'd love it even more if you would let me help you masturbate..

Needless to say listening to Miss Oliver talk like that made my clit throb so hard it hurt and I knew the slightest touch will have me cumming and cumming hard.
Miss Oliver then gestured for me to come to the front and sit on a chair she pulled across in front of her desk.
Then again she said id love to watch you masturbate, you can watch me finger my hole at the same time.
With that she sat on her desk opend her legs and slipped a finger under the elastic of her undreware and began rubbing her clit right in front of my face.
I couldnt help but moan out loud when she pulled her panties to tyhe side and put a finger inside her very wet cunt..
Without thinking i had let my hand fall between my now parted legs and i found myself rubbing myown clit and fingering myself.
When Miss oliver noticed what i was doing she started cumming thrusting her hips hard against her now dripping fingers and looked into my eyes and said cum for me please cum for me. so as i watched her cum i started cumming hard , harder than i had ever cum before. At the peak of my orgasm Miss oliver shifted my hand out of the way knelt in front of me and started sucking and licking my cunt that drove me ouer the edge and i started squrting liquid out of my hole i tried to make it stop but evrey time i did Miss oliver would put her toung or fingers inside me and i would start cumming allover again..