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Never turn back

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(Ok I am not sure how to get this to break up properly so bare with me, I hope this works!)

Mackenzie winters was a standard girl. Went to school, got good grades, played on the school’s volleyball team, and like most girls, she had a crush on her teacher.

 

The teacher that this crush was on wasn’t that old mind you, only 26 or so, give a year or 2 and Mackenzie herself was at the simple age of 17.

 

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new that her crush could have been brought to the next level, Mackenzie had no idea.

 

 

It was a normal fall day, and Mackenzie was worried about her physics mark. She was getting high 90s in all subjects except one, Mr. Smith’s class. It wasn’t that she didn’t get physics; it’s just that with Mr. Smith teaching she seemed to have trouble concentrating on his class, rather then his body.

 

Mackenzie was quite a pretty girl, volleyball had helped with that. She was about 5’9, long blonde hair, always warn up, light blue eyes, and small soft red lips. Rosy checks, 36c breasts and a nice figure to add to that. She could get almost any guy she wanted in the school, her intelligence, her happy exterior and her looks, she had it all, but she wanted Mr. Smith.

 

Mr. Smith or Mr. Sexy as the girl’s in his class called him, had what all girls wanted, short brown hair, brown eyes, a square jaw, a great smile, nice big shoulders and the body of an after shave commercial guy. He was smart and funny. With that he always wore Rugby shirts and kakis to his class. He was to die for. I think you guys can get where we concentration problem came from.

 

It wasn’t only Mackenzie who had problems concentrating with him around, all the girls in her class turned to mush; everyone wanted a piece of Mr. Smith.

 

The thing was no school would want a girl that was pulling a 70 in physics, she was desperate, she couldn’t tell her parents that she needed a tutor; they wouldn’t have her embarrassing them, so she had to suck it up and ask Mr. Smith for help.

 

After class one day, she waited around pretending to have problems packing up her bag.

 

“Hey Mackenzie hurry up or else we are leaving out without you!! I can’t miss the bus today” Her friend Torie called. She needed desperate to ask Mr. Smith for help, but she couldn’t do it with her friends around.

 

“Torie just go, I need to talk to Mr. James the volleyball couch anyway!!” She said, waving her friend away.

 

Torie left, taking the excuse perfectly, Mackenzie always had something to do for volleyball.

After the class was pretty much cleared out, Mackenzie slowly made her way over to Mr. Smith’s desk.

 

“Ummm Mr. Smith” she said timidly

 

“Yes Miss Winter’s?” He said not even bring his eyes up from the papers he was grading.

 

“Well…ummm Mr. Smith…you see the thing is… I kinda….well need some help in your class” she said hurriedly “I can’t seem to get it to stick, I was wondering if you could maybe….I don’t know tutor me in it?” She waited without breath for his response.

 

Mr. Smith looked her over, smiling enjoying her figure. Smiled at her “Why of course Miss Winter’s I have time after school today if you wish to go over some of the work”

 

She smiled happily, not only does she get some time alone with Mr. Smith, but maybe she will be able to pull an 80 in his course. “Ok” she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Mr. Smith.

 

Mr. Smith got up and locked the door “So we are not disturbed” and but the little sheet of paper over the window that he always has there and smiles at her. “So Miss Winter’s… Mackenzie, since school is over you may call me Dave, ok?”

 

“Yes Mr. Sm…. I mean Dave” She says, even though it feels foreign to her, she smiles, he looks like a Dave.

 

“Ok so why don’t we do a little practice problem Mackenzie?”

 

“Ok Dave” She says slowly, stretching out his name, still getting used to it. He goes and sits beside her on the other side of the table “Don’t worry I won’t bite” He laughs.

 

Mackenzie laughs nervously, with him this close she can feel his breath. He grabs a piece of paper and writes a problem on it “Ok Mackenzie here is the problem ‘A jogger with a constant velocity of 4.0m/s runs by a stationary dog. After 1.0 seconds, the dog decides to chase the jogger who doesn't realize the dog is chasing her. The dog accelerates at constant acceleration of 1.5 m/s/s. How long does it take the dog to catch the jogger?’ Ok how can you calculate the position of the runner?”

 

“Hmmm” Mackenzie carefully thinks it over. “Well…. Is it by using the formula for distance with constant acceleration? ..... The dog allows the runner to run for 1 second at 4 m/s before he starts. The dog starts 4 meters behind the runner?”

 

Mr. Smith’s face brightens “That correct Mackenzie!!!” He smiles, lightly patting his hand on her thigh in approval of her good job.

 

Mackenzie blush’s deeply as she feels Mr. Smith’s hand on her thigh. Suddenly she feels very hot. She removes her sweatshirt, assuming it will leave her in her t-shirt underneath, little does she know that her shirt stuck to her sweatshirt. She is left there, sitting in front of Mr. Smith in just a bra. Not noticing at all she continues looking at the problem.

 

 â€œI really don’t know why I can’t seem to get this stuff during class, I guess I am just tongue tied” She smiles shyly at Mr. Smith

 

Mr. Smith looks at her in shock, wondering if he should tell her what happened, but he is just enjoying the view way too much.  He knew what the female students of his school said about him, and he decided to use this to his advantage, how could he not with Mackenzie sitting there like that in front of him? It would be inhuman. He reaches out and lightly caresses Mackenzie’s face, he leans forward and gives her a lightly kiss on the mouth, slowly pulling away. He stops at her ear and whispers “You really are beautiful Mackenzie”

 

Before Mackenzie can think better of it, Mr. Smith is kissing her again, a little more urgent, her body kicks in before her mind and she kisses back. He slips his tongue into her mouth, running it across her tongue; he pulls away from her and whispers to her again. “Mmm you taste sweetie Mackenzie, like honey. Stand up sweetie.” He says softly, but with a command in his voice, that Mackenzie dares not deny.

 

She stands in front of him, he grabs hold of her hips and pulls her forward, running his hands down her exposed flesh. She shivers at his softy touch as it floats over her, his cold handed caress causing Goosebumps to rise all over her body. He reaches behind her and unclips her bra, pulling the cream coloured thing away, gazing at her in her beauty. Once again he ran his hands over her creamy body, only this time warmer to the touch.

 

He reached for her pants; she flinched slightly, thinking about how wrong this is, getting ready to stop it she brings her hand down to his to stop him. He quickly says “No” commanding such force she does. She lets her hands rest to her side in complete submissiveness.

 

He quickly undoes her pants and lets them fall to the floor. He smiles as he sees her underwear, white with a fake glitter zipper on the front, he slowly turns her around to see the word naughty on the left ass cheek on the back on her underwear. Once again he turns her so she is facing him, and he pulls down her underwear.

 

He looks at her pussy, running his fingers through the small bit of fine hair. She defiantly was a natural blonde. “Good girl” he says, for her keeping the hair nice and trim.

 

Mackenzie blushes considerable as she feels her teacher’s hands exploring her, his eyes looking at her as though he is eating her up.

 

Mr. Smith sucks on his index finger as he keeps looking Mackenzie up and down. He takes his now wet finger and slowly drags it across her pussy lips. Watching her face contort from his touch. He adds a little more pressure to the finger, letting it slip past the lips of her pussy, rubbing it along her inner pussy walls, slowly letting it travel past her clit every so lightly.

 

Suddenly a knock comes to the door

 

 

To be continued

Never turn back 2

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Mackenzie gasps as she hears the knock on the door, Dave brings his finger to his lips “shhh Mackenzie, under the table” Dave says barely above a whisper.

 

Like a dear caught in head lights she just stands there staring at the door, her hands rigidly at her side. Dave gives her a little push, she comes out of her almost trace like state and gets under the desk.

 

The knock at the door continues “Coming” he walks towards the door and opens it, only slightly â€Å

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“Yes?”

 

“Hey Dave, I need some help with report cards, I just don’t get the system” Says Mr. Bailey, Mackenzie’s English teacher.

 

“Oh Malcolm I don’t know if this is the best time….I’m kinda busy” he says slightly nervous, and desperately wanting to get back to Mackenzie.

 

“Oh Dave don’t be that way” Says Malcolm with a slight push, “Jesus you would think you have someone else in here.”

 

Dave coughs awkwardly “Ok Malcolm but lets make this quick”

 

Mr. Bailey goes to sit behind Mr. Smith’s desk, and starts up his computer “I am just useless with this new computer form” he starts to tap his fingers on the desk as he waits for the computer to start up.

 

As the computer finally starts up he pulls his chair in closer and feels Mackenzie under the desk “What the heck” he says as he looks down “OMG Miss Winters?” he says in complete shock.

 

Mackenzie is holding herself so nothing is shown; Dave clears his throat “Malcolm how’d you know?” He smiles slightly “Malcolm why don’t we come over here and talk for a second” Mr. Smith says as he walks towards the back of the classroom.

 

As the both walk towards the back of the classroom, Mr. Bailey still in quite shock, Mackenzie reaches for her clothes.   Quickly trying to put them on and make a dash for it, she puts on her bra and panties, she hears there hushed whispers as she reaches for the rest of her clothes. As she stands up to put on her skirt and blouse on Mr. Smith and Mr. Bailey look back at her

 

“Mackenzie what are you doing?” Mr. Smith says looking her up and down again.

 

“Well…I was just….ummm you know….” Mackenzie stammers.

 

“Come here Mackenzie!” Dave says as he opening his arms for her.

 

Mackenzie walks over to where he is and walks right into his arm. Dave lightly brushes the hair off her neck as he kisses her lightly on it. Once he has kissed her for a little bit and can feel Mackenzie relaxing he reaches back and undoes her bra. He continues kissing her as he works his hands down her back, settling them on her ass, rubbing it, then giving it a hard smack.

 

"Ouch" Mackenzie says muffledly since her head was in Mr. Smith's shoulders.

 

Mr. Smith gently caresses Mackenzie's hair. "Next time don't get dressed before I say you can, understand" Mr. Smith says muffledly since his lips are still against Mackenzie's neck.

 

Mackenzie's nods, taking her head off Mr. Smiths shoulder look towards Mr. Bailey, staring slightly at him, and looking lower down on him seeing the tent starting in his pants. Mr. Bailey smiles at her "Mackenzie, come over here" He calls to her.

 

"Go on" Mr. Smith’s gently encouraging voice said.

 

She shyly walks over to Mr. Bailey, covering herself still shy in his presence as she walks over to meet him. Mr. Bailey reaches forward pushing her hands away "Don't cover yourself up Mackenzie."

 

She brings her hands down and places them at her side, staring down at her feet as she does so, turning a deep red. Mr. Bailey walks over to her, taking her hands in his bringing them to his belt buckle, "Undo them sweetie." Mackenzie undoes his belt buckle then moving onto the button of his pants and zipper, they fell to the floor. Mr. Bailey smiled up at her as he pushed down on her shoulder, slightly indicating he wanted her on her knees. Without question she got on them, looking up at Mr. Bailey, he just nodded in this little understanding, Mackenzie brought her lips onto his cock, licking just the tip slightly.

 

Mr. Bailey shivered slightly as Mackenzie's soft little tongue touched the tip of his cock. As her mouth slipped over the tip he closed his eyes just letting the feeling wash over him.

 

Mackenzie continued sucking on the tip on Mr. Bailey's cock as she rubbed his cock. He pushed down on her head, and Mackenzie just opened her mouth taking more of him in until his cock was pressed hard against the back of her throat. She vaguely heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor, but as the noise started Mr. Bailey gave another forward thrust forcing more of his cock down her throat.

 

Feeling his cock pressed deep inside her throat, he moans quietly, for fear someone may hear him, the feel of her hot throat and the sound of her gagging as he kept his cock in her throat was driving him wild. He started to fuck her mouth slowly, allowing her to get the rhythm he desired before letting her take over. Stifling another moan as Mackenzie attempted to deep throat him, getting closer and closer to her goal and getting him closer and closer to getting off.

 

He rapped his hands up in her hair "Mmm god Mackenzie, deep throat me" With that she forced herself down on his cock, deep throating it, gagging, he held her there as tears ran down her face, she brought her tongue across the underside of his cock. She felt the soft caress of cold hands on her back as Mr. Bailey let go of her head letting her come up for air "mm that was a good girl" He pushed his cock back at her mouth as she was gasping her air, forcing it back into her mouth. Mackenzie was working her tongue over the tip on his cock in tiny circles as she sucked on it, as Mr. Smith reached under her, rubbing her pussy lips slightly, opening them with his fingers, getting on his knees placing his cock at the entrance to her whole. With a quick trust he was inside her. She groaned as she felt him enter her, sending vibrations up and down Mr. Bailey's cock.

 

Mr. Smith slowly started to pump in and out of her, using all his strength to keep him going, even though he was finding it very hard because she was so tight. Mr. Bailey was watching this all the while, as Mackenzie kept working on his cock, he couldn't handle it anymore, he had to come. He grabbed her head once again making her deep throat him as he shot his jiz down her throat, exclaiming "Fuck yeah" as he came. He held her there choking on his cock as shot after shot of his jiz was shot down her hot throat, Mr. Smith speeded up his trusts, faster and faster and Mr. Bailey pulled his cock out slightly, still with it in her mouth as the final shot of his cum shot into her mouth he pulled put his slightly demised cock. "Now swallow it like a good girl" Mackenzie looked at her teacher and swallowed all of his jiz.

 

Now that Mr. Baileys cock was out of mouth she was free to moan as Mr. Smith kept on fucking her. "Keep her quiet" Mr. Smith said with a grunt as he kept his fast pace going. Mr. Bailey got down on his knees starting to kiss Mackenzie as his hands traveled all over the front of her body, caressing and pinching her nipples for a little, keeping on hand there to play with her breasts he let his other hand stray lower to find her little clit. She rubbed it fast, hoping it would bring her over the edge.

 

The rubbing of her clit and the constant thrusts from Mr. Smith, she felt the tingle all over her body, slowly turning to more deeper pleasing feelings as she was brought over the edge, as the sweat trickled down her face, burning a place down it following the paths of her tears, she came, sucking on Mr. Bailey's tongue so she didn't scream out as she came.

 

The tightening of Mackenzie's pussy walls of her already tight pussy was just too much for Mr. Smith and he shot his load deep inside Mackenzie. He withdrawlled as they all fell into a heap on the ground panting, trying to desperately catch there breath.

 

Mackenzie the first to recover looks over at the clock and pretends to look worried "Fuck, I have to go" she says quickly, to get away from the situation before her and not having to deal with the after math at this moment, she quickly retrieves her clothes and makes a run for it, as she throws everything on mumbling something about an appointment and before either of the men could get dressed or a word in she was gone, little did that matter, they knew they would see her again tomorrow because she had English second period.

 

 

 

 

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Mackenzie gasps as she hears the knock on the door, Dave brings his finger to his lips “shhh Mackenzie, under the table” Dave says barely above a whisper.

 

Like a dear caught in head lights she just stands there staring at the door, her hands rigidly at her side. Dave gives her a little push, she comes out of her almost trace like state and gets under the desk.

 

The knock at the door continues “Coming”

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he walks towards the door and opens it, only slightly “Yes?”

 

“Hey Dave, I need some help with report cards, I just don’t get the system” Says Mr. Bailey, Mackenzie’s English teacher.

 

“Oh Malcolm I don’t know if this is the best time….I’m kinda busy” he says slightly nervous, and desperately wanting to get back to Mackenzie.

 

“Oh Dave don’t be that way” Says Malcolm with a slight push, “Jesus you would think you have someone else in here.”

 

Dave coughs awkwardly “Ok Malcolm but lets make this quick”

 

Mr. Bailey goes to sit behind Mr. Smith’s desk, and starts up his computer “I am just useless with this new computer form” he starts to tap his fingers on the desk as he waits for the computer to start up.

 

As the computer finally starts up he pulls his chair in closer and feels Mackenzie under the desk “What the heck” he says as he looks down “OMG Miss Winters?” he says in complete shock.

 

Mackenzie is holding herself so nothing is shown; Dave clears his throat “Malcolm how’d you know?” He smiles slightly “Malcolm why don’t we come over here and talk for a second” Mr. Smith says as he walks towards the back of the classroom.

 

As the both walk towards the back of the classroom, Mr. Bailey still in quite shock, Mackenzie reaches for her clothes.   Quickly trying to put them on and make a dash for it, she puts on her bra and panties, she hears there hushed whispers as she reaches for the rest of her clothes. As she stands up to put on her skirt and blouse on Mr. Smith and Mr. Bailey look back at her

 

“Mackenzie what are you doing?” Mr. Smith says looking her up and down again.

 

“Well…I was just….ummm you know….” Mackenzie stammers.

 

“Come here Mackenzie!” Dave says as he opening his arms for her.

 

Mackenzie walks over to where he is and walks right into his arm. Dave lightly brushes the hair off her neck as he kisses her lightly on it. Once he has kissed her for a little bit and can feel Mackenzie relaxing he reaches back and undoes her bra. He continues kissing her as he works his hands down her back, settling them on her ass, rubbing it, then giving it a hard smack.

 

"Ouch" Mackenzie says muffledly since her head was in Mr. Smith's shoulders.

 

Mr. Smith gently caresses Mackenzie's hair. "Next time don't get dressed before I say you can, understand" Mr. Smith says muffledly since his lips are still against Mackenzie's neck.

 

Mackenzie's nods, taking her head off Mr. Smiths shoulder look towards Mr. Bailey, staring slightly at him, and looking lower down on him seeing the tent starting in his pants. Mr. Bailey smiles at her "Mackenzie, come over here" He calls to her.

 

"Go on" Mr. Smith’s gentle encouraging voice says.

 

She shyly walks over to Mr. Bailey, covering herself still shy in his presence as she walks over to meet him. Mr. Bailey reaches forward pushing her hands away "Don't cover yourself up Mackenzie."

 

She brings her hands down and places them at her side, staring down at her feet as she does so, turning a deep red. Mr. Bailey walks over to her, taking her hands in his bringing them to his belt buckle, "Undo them sweetie." Mackenzie undoes his belt buckle then moving onto the button of his pants and zipper, they fell to the floor. Mr. bailey smiled up at her as he pushed down on her shoulder, slightly indicating he wanted her on her knees. Without question she got on them, looking up at Mr. Bailey, he just nodded in this little understanding, Mackenzie brought her lips onto his cock, licking just the tip slightly.

 

Mr. Bailey shivered slightly as Mackenzie's soft little tongue touched the tip of his cock. As her mouth slipped over the tip he closed his eyes just letting the feeling wash over him.

 

Mackenzie continued sucking on the tip on Mr. Bailey's cock as she rubbed his cock. He pushed down on her head, and Mackenzie just opened her mouth taking more of him in until his cock was pressed hard against the back of her throat. She vaguely heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor, but as the noise started Mr. Bailey gave another forward thrust forcing more of his cock down her throat.

 

Feeling his cock pressed deep inside her throat, he moans quietly, for in fear someone may hear him, the feel of her hot throat and the sound of her gagging as he kept his cock in her throat was driving him wild. He started to fuck her mouth slowly, allowing her to get the rhythm he desired before letting her take over. Stifling another moan as Mackenzie attempted to deep throat him, getting closer and closer to her goal and getting him closer and closer to getting off. She looked to where Mr. Smith was, put all she saw was a pair of pants and a shirt.

 

He rapped his hands up in her hair "Mmm god Mackenzie, deep throat me" With that she forced herself down on his cock, deep throating it, gagging; she felt the soft caress of cold hands on her back. She shivered slightly. Mr. Bailey held her there as tears ran down her face, she brought her tongue across the underside of his cock. She felt a cock pushing lightly against her whole, she closed her eyes. Mr. Bailey let go of her head letting her come up for air "mm that was a good girl" He pushed his cock back at her mouth as she was gasping her air, forcing it back into her mouth. Mackenzie working her tongue over the tip on his cock in tiny circles as she sucked on it, suddenly she felt a cock enter her hard and fast, she gasp, with her mouth still around Mr. Bailey’s cock. Mr. Bailey (or Malcolm) couldn’t handle it anymore, he had to come. He grabbed her head once again making her deep throat him as he shot his jiz down her throat, exclaiming "Fuck yeah" as he came. Dave started to pump in and out of her slowly as Malcolm shot his loud deep down her throat. Malcolm held her there choking on his cock as shot after shot of his jiz was shot down her hot throat, he pulled his cock out slightly, still with it in her mouth as the final shot of his cum shot into her mouth he pulled put his slightly demised cock. "Now swallow it like a good girl" Mackenzie looked at her teacher and swallowed all of his jiz. By this time Mr. Smith had picked up the speed of his thrusts, cause Mackenzie to moan quite loudly.

 

“Keep her Busy Malcolm” Mr. Smith said with a grunt from behind her.

 

Malcolm brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue in her mouth as to keep her quiet. She sucked on his cock as Dave kept on fucking her hard. Malcolm’s hands moved lower down her, caressing her breasts slowly pinching the nipples and massaging the breasts. He kept one hand fixed on her breasts as he let another hand stray lower down to her pussy, opening her lips and rubbing her clit as Dave kept on fucking her.

 

All of this was too much for Mackenzie, the tingling started all over her body as she started to cum, her already tight pussy walls griping tighter on Mr. Smith’s cock, putting him also over the edge. Cumming deep inside of her as Mackenzie’s body was coming down off its orgasm induced high. All of the panting hard, collapse onto the floor.

 

Mackenzie realizing in the after math of what she had done, wanting to avoid all awkwardness, quickly got her clothes mumbling something about “Having to go, and already being late” Ran out of there before either man could protest half dressed.

 

Neither men seemed too disturbed about all this, for Mr. Bailey and Mr. Smith both knew where she would be last period tomorrow, for she had English class.   Mr. Bailey could hardly wait.