First there's the little problem that the wrong person might actually read it, like my Mother, or my Sister (who I have already shown anyways), or the...Pope in Rome. I've been spending quite some time in my room writing lately and my family is probably becoming suspicious. I don't know if the Pope is aware of my scribbling and frankly I don't care.Of course another person i don't really want to read this would be the girl the story is about. And why would that be you say. She was there wasn't. There were unconfirmed rumours that she had fucked sixth-form boys in the past. It was fun joking about it but I certainly didn't really believe it. It was a Wednesday, just before Christmas, in the last period before lunch hour when Mrs Diamond asked me to stay behind to discuss my last English homework. Once the rest of the class had filed out of the room she told me to follow her into her office which was of the classroom. I was surprised when she closed and locked the office door once we. But he was already aware of my coward nature. So he kept his both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down.Within no time I was sitting on my knees and my face was just near his dick. I didn’t want to suck his dick at all. But when he forced his dick near my lips, the fear of getting slapped, enforced my lips to spread up so that his dick easily gets inside my mouth.He was thicker and longer than my husband and smelled weird. But finding no way, I suppressed my internal disgust feeling and. .. Mark..." She giggled. "What are you doing?"I was rubbing my hands over her stomach very gently and softly. "Nothing Mum," I replied."We were going to come to one of your games." She continued. "Would you like that?" Yeah," I said. I brushed her hair to one side, exposing her neck. I kissed her neck gently, tasting her skin with my tongue and my lips. She shuddered at this."Mark, are you ok?" She dropped the dish she'd been washing into the water and put her hands on the rim of the sink..