Rachel’s Shaved Pussy, No. Five

With the swathe Kirsty and I were cutting through the school, fucking like rabbits with a significant minority of the entire student body (male and female) plus a teacher or two, it was only a matter of time before we got the attention of authority. With practice, we were pretty proficient in keeping news contained from the inexperienced kids around us, but teachers have seen it all before and know the signs.

When I got the call to the headmaster’s office, I have to admit that I was pretty nervous, but I determined to put a brave face on and stand my ground. After all, what had we done wrong? Everyone involved was over the age of consent, and everything had been voluntary (that bit of coercion with Ricky aside) throughout. Perhaps our actions had been unconventional, but there are no rules against that.

I wasn’t kept waiting long, but ushered down the corridor from the secretary’s desk into the headmaster’s office. There I got my first surprise: sitting next to the headmaster Dr McPhail was Mr Adams. After hearing about Kirsty’s antics with Mr Adams, I had tempted him into a bit of fooling around myself. He really was as strong and muscular as she said, and that sense of power between my legs was a fantastic change from the boys and girls I was screwing with otherwise. Was that going to be held against me? Or was he in trouble, and I would be seen as the victim? I doubted they would have him in the room if they thought I would accuse him of some kind of rape.

“Sit down, Rachel,” Dr McPhail began, gesturing to the seat opposite him, on the near side of the desk. “Now let me set your mind at ease immediately: you are not in any trouble. However, we have noticed your… activities, and we want to make sure you are not going to do anything you might regret. Your adolescent body will be unfamiliar to you, and new experiences may tempt you not to consider the consequences…”

So it was that kind of conversation. I could handle that kind of conversation. Mr Adams had tried to start lecturing me after the first time, but I had cut him short with a kiss on his lips and a hand on his cock. I could predict most of what was coming, so I tuned out a bit while I assessed the broader situation. Mr Adams was probably there because he had approached the headmaster to discuss what ‘he had done’, and also to make it clear to me that they knew it wasn’t just all about fooling around with classmates. I could still see the lust in his eyes, even if he was trying to hide it and look stern. Mr Adams is a PE teacher, not a drama teacher, and no kind of actor, so the signs were clear. His worship and desire gave me confidence that I had some power in this situation.

That’s when I realized something: the headmaster had something of the same look. He wanted me too! He was hiding it better, so I couldn’t be absolutely sure, but there definitely seemed to be something there. His eyes travelled to the gap left by my undone shirt buttons, and the bulge of my breasts. I leaned back, tilting my body to push them outward and stretch the fabric a bit more over them, and saw him respond. I had not worn a bra that morning, and as my body responded to the presence of two horny men, the nipples hardened and poked through the cotton. Dr McPhail’s lips kept moving, spouting stuff about hormones and responsibility and consequences, but the corners were turning upwards in an involuntary smile.

I could have just sat there, taken the lecture, responded penitently and left to carry on with my day, but where was the fun in that? The results of this meeting could be so much more enjoyable if I just took action and sent them the right way.

“Have I broken any school rules?” I cut in sternly, interrupting the head of the school in mid-sentence.

A flash of annoyance flickered across his features. “Well, no…”

“Have I broken any laws?” I interrupted again, leaning forwards.

“No.”

“No. I am seventeen years old, and any sexual activities in which I have partaken are perfectly permissible under law. Have my grades dropped?”

“Well…”

I stood up, and pushed my chair back with my knees as I did so. “The answer is no again. My homework marks remain as strong as they have ever been, submitted on time and well presented. Have there been any unpleasant rumours about me among my peers?”

“Not that we are aware of, but…”

I placed my hands on the edge of the desk, gripping it. I leaned forward, my arms pushing my breasts together, displaying an enticing open cleavage to my teachers. “There will not be any. I know how to be discreet, and make sure anyone else I am involved with is discreet too.”

Then with a flourish, I heaved at the edge of the desk, spinning it away to the side – the brassy wheels on which it was mounted squealed a protest at this sudden movement, but did as I had hoped anyway. The two adults were now sat awkwardly side by side in the middle of the room on isolated chairs, while a vibrant, nubile, adolescent force of nature stood over them. The distinct tents in their trousers confirmed my theory.

For a moment, we were motionless and silent; in their surprise, they were lost for words. Then, I giggled with delight and kneeled in front of them, and placed my hands on their knees. “I know when to keep my mouth shut. And when to open it.” I raised myself up on my knees, my hands travelling up their thighs to their crotches. “The choice is entirely mine, and I will continue to do what I like with my free choice. My openings are fully under my control.” With a deftness that surprised me (perhaps benefiting from recent practice), my fingers found their way to their flies, unzipped them simultaneously, and slipped into the gap… and all without my cool gaze leaving their faces.

Mr Adams gasped as my fingertips brushed his cock through his underwear, and he seemed about to push me away or stand up, but a hand on his forearm stopped him. Dr McPhail’s face betrayed nothing, but the fact that he was holding his colleague to stay and let this continue told me everything I needed to know.

For a minute or so my fingertips trailed up and down, and I am sure my smile as they swelled beneath my ministrations must have been a sight to behold. My fingers dived into their waistbands, gripped flesh, and pulled. “I think that right now… I will open my mouth.”

I looked down for the first time, seeing Mr Adams’ familiar shaft and Dr McPhail’s surprisingly large rod gripped in my girl-like fists.