[F] teacher in high school had a weird fetish

thinking of something that happened years ago and I haven’t really thought of since …. so here goes
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This took place during the fall after I turned 18.

i was at a conservative high school and we had a new male teacher, around 30-35 (had a wife and 2 year old) to replace our previous (and much older) economics teacher. There were some odd strict rules at the school and you could get marked up for having a single button undone across your uniform blouse but few of the staff ever actually pointed those things out.

Our class was quite small so Mr. Mac,not using his real name bc it tends to stand out lol, got close to all his students pretty early on, and was one of the most laidback teachers at school. I was a big nerd and scored well on tests, and he often singled me out infront of the class. He told stories about wife from their schooldays, how she excelled in her classes and compared me to her in reference a few times. It didn’t stick out because he was always the “cool teacher” and nothing ever struck me as un-innocent.

One day after school a few of us stayed back to help set up the auditorium for a civics activity happening the next day. Activities would often run into the evenings for us but by 6pm the group had dispersed. I was still waiting for a friend to finish swimming practice and hung around making posters with Mr. Mac on the second floor, which was deserted by now.

Mr Mac and I were talking about his move into the country recently, him lamenting about his wife’s promotion that brought them here, how she travels a lot. He started talking about meeting her back when they were in high school and then said,

“We did things in those days I probably shouldn’t share with a student, even after hours” and chuckled a little.

Mr Mac was very charismatic and probably the best looking male teacher at the school by a mile, and as I giggled a little while continuing to sharpie over the poster below me, my heart did skip a little. As I was leaning to grab another pen, his finger reached across the side of the desk and tapped my top button.

“I should write you up for this” he said, as his finger moved to the skin on my collar to indicate the gap, and then a little lower.

“there’s actually a lot more of my wife I see in you than I’ve let on. She was a petite girl with a body just like yours”, he continued while I watched his hand go lower and grab my waist. I raised up a little now and he moved around the table and pressed me closer the wall behind. Under my blouse, I had a baby pink bra pushing up my 32B breasts and a light grey skirt with light stockings below.

Mr Mac moved his mouth closer to my ear and asked me how it felt to feel him touch me. I felt shy at first but couldn’t lie it was a turn on to hear him talk about his wife and comparing me to her. Although I knew a line was being crossed, his mouth was now on my neck and I couldn’t help let out a moan. I was more turned on then I’d been with any guy around my age in the middle of a sweaty makeshift dance floor in someone’s basement.

He used his other arm to shut the classroom door, and turned the light switch off. He hands returned to my chest and undid two buttons, parting my shirt to the sides.

“Mmmm I used to love feeling her soft perky tits back then. Ever since the baby, my wife doesn’t enjoy me touching her here even when she’s around. Can I show you good I can make it feel Vicky”

By now I could tell Mr. Mac was getting immersed into his fantasy. He grabbed my waist and moved my ass onto the desk and l pulled off the rest of my blouse. He squeezed my tits harder and harder before unhooking my bra and moving his head lower to lick my nipple. He sucked the tip of my nipple harder and harder, and when my moans got much louder, slipped two into my mouth. He kept switching between both tits, sucking the skin above my areoles and leaving me with what would later be very bruised hickies all over my chest.

At one point I realised his other hand had slipped into his pants and was rubbing his penis. I watched him as he went to town on my titties, relishing the feeling of his wet hungry tongue as it swept across my swollen buds, squirming on my desk to get some friction on my clit under my skirt as I watched him tug himself harder and faster. When Mr. Mac came he pulled his cock out quickly and sprayed his cum on my tummy infront of him. Even after he came, his hands moved between my stocking-clad legs to rub a finger along the outside of my pussy over my panties. He rubbed me a few times and commented on how he could feel my wetness, my pussy juices seeping into my panties. We stopped before we could get further that day, because my friend was blowing up my phone.

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We had a few more encounters over the next 6 months. They got progressively dirtier, and one time he even brought his wife’s (clean) thong and had me try it on. I graduated and never saw him again.

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