After graduating from college, I decided to get my teaching credential and teach high school science. It seemed like an easy, yet rewarding job. I would get summers off and 3 weeks every winter to go skiing. I immediately got a job working at a high school in a rich neighborhood in Southern California. I was only 23 years old, barely older than some of my students. I would consider myself to be good looking. I'm pretty tall and thin and my breasts are average size, small enough to get away with wearing tight t-shirts and jeans, my unofficial uniform, without attracting too much attention.
Luckily the school was very relaxed about everything, including dress codes. Most of the teachers wore jeans. They were able to get away with it because the community provided so much monetary support and the kids pretty much did what they wanted. The parents were pretty uninterested in their children's education and only cared about sending them to schools like USC or Pepperdine where tuition cost a fortune, but a donation to build a new wing of the library would guarantee admission for their kids.
It was my second year teaching and I had grown pretty confident. I knew how to motivate my students, especially those who already drove BMWs and whose allowance was more than my salary. The only problem students I had were those who thought they deserved to pass, even though they didn't do the homework and didn't pass the tests.
It was almost the end of the school year when it happened. I was in my classroom after school grading tests when two of my students appeared at my door. John, 18, was the quarterback of the football team and his girlfriend Jill, also 18 was the head cheerleader. Both were very popular, but also very unmotivated students. It was also obvious that John had a very firm hold on Jill and she followed him around like a scared lost puppy. It was rumored that John would let his friends have sex with her at after-game parties. Personally, I suspected that she had been sexually abused by someone, perhaps her brother or her father. She displayed all the classic signs.
"Ms. Reeves. Can we talk to you a minute?"
I put the tests away and said, "Sure. What can I do for you?"
"It's about two things. First, our recent tests. You gave us an F."
"You deserved an F. It was obvious you both didn't study."
"Well, we'll get to that later. The second thing is this." John walked over to the door and locked it. He produced a magazine out of his backpack. I recognized it immediately. It was one of those cheap pornographic magazines that they only sell at the sex shops. My heart started beating really fast and I could feel drops of sweat forming on my brow.
"Do you recognize this Ms. Reeves? There was an interesting picture I saw on page 16." He turned to page 16 and showed me pictures of myself, totally nude in a lot of compromising positions with other girls.
"Tracy Reeves, a sophomore at St. Mary's College loves getting together with her sorority sisters." John read the caption.
I had only posed for those pictures because I was stupid. It's not like I needed the money or anything, but at the time, I thought I was going to be a model and a photographer I had just met said that he could take some free pictures for me for my portfolio. I should have walked out as soon as I realized what kind of pictures he meant to take. But for some stupid reason, I stayed. And now I was going to pay for it.
"What do you want John? Do you want me to change your grades?" I tried playing it cool, like it didn't bother me at all that he had seen those pictures. I didn't want him to think he had control of the situation.
"Oh, you'll change our grades all right. But you'll also do a lot more."
"What do you want John? I'm kind of busy right now."
"Take off all your clothes."
"What?! I will not take off my clothes. Get out of my classroom right now or I will call campus security."
"Oh, I don't think you'll do that. You see, I've scanned these pictures and I've already got an email in my outbox, ready to go out to the principal, all the teachers, the parents. I've set it to be mailed at 6:00 tonight. If you don't do as I say, I won't cancel the email. If I'm pleased with your performance, then I'll cancel the email. It's your choice." Jill just stood there looking uncomfortable. It was obvious she wanted no part in this.
I weighed my options and I started taking off my shoes. I unzipped my jeans and slipped them off. I took my t-shirt off and stood there in front of them. Embarrassed and scared.
"Your bra and underwear too." John demanded.
I unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor. Then I slipped out of my panties.
"Very nice. You take very good care of yourself. Sit on your desk and spread your legs." I did as I was told. From nowhere, Jill took out a digital camera and started taking pictures.
"What are you doing?" I covered myself as best as I could.
"Ms. Reeves. You are in no position to argue with us. If you resist in anyway, you will be punished." John sat in a desk in the front row, directly in front of my desk.
"Now, spread your legs. Lift your feet and put them on the desk too so we can get a good view." Slowly, I did as I was told. Jill continued taking pictures. I was humiliated beyond belief. I went through the motions like a robot, trying to remove my mind from the situation. I tried to think about anything else.
"Now stick your fingers in your pussy. Fondle your breasts." Mechanically, I did as I was told. Tears welled up in my eyes, but with every flash, I blinked them away.
John stood up and started unzipping his pants. I was shocked back to reality and started to get really scared. I jumped off the desk and tried to grab my clothes.
John struck me and I fell to the ground. He pulled me up by my hair, pulling out whole strands and pushed me onto my desk. My breasts scraped across the wood and my raw nipples started to ache. Paper and pencils scattered all over the floor. He got some masking tape from my desk and tied my hands together and taped them to the leg of the desk. I could feel him spread my legs apart and he roughly inserted two fingers into my pussy. I cried out from the pain and the shock.
Then I felt the first sting. He was hitting my bare ass. I didn't know what he was hitting me with, but later I found out it was a wooden ruler. I don't know how often he hit me, but I was crying and screaming and begging for him to stop. I was truly scared for my life now.
He untied my hands and told me to stand up. "Give me a blowjob bitch." He stood in front of me and pushed my head down and I fell to my knees. I took his penis in my mouth and started to lick and suck it. He mashed the back of my head towards him and I gagged. I could see the flash going off and I knew that Jill was taking pictures of this too.
Finally, he came and he forced me to swallow every drop. Then he took the camera from Jill and said, "Now, it's her turn." I was confused at first. Would I be made to watch while Jill gave John a blowjob? Maybe that's when I could make my getaway. But then I saw John lift up Jill's skirt and start to take her panties off and the reality of it struck me. Jill started to protest but a stern look from John shut her up pretty quickly. He pushed her back so she was sitting on my desk and he spread her legs.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Make her cum." John got the camera ready and I noticed that he was positioning it so that only my face would be shown. All the pictures of me giving John a blowjob wouldn't identify him as the owner of the penis. All that would be seen was my face and a penis in my mouth. I hesitated just a second too long and he slapped me across my face. He pushed me down to my knees and pushed my face into Jill's crotch.
I started licking it, slowly at first. Those pictures I took in college weren't real pictures. The photographer had posed us to make us look like were doing things to each other, but we never actually touched each other. This was all new to me.
"I'm counting down. If you don't make her cum in one minute, I'm going to fuck you in the ass." I started really licking. I concentrated on her clitoris and I swirled it with my tongue, the way I liked it to be done. I sucked on her clitoris and I could feel Jill rocking back and forth in response to my tongue. A short time later, I could feel Jill have an orgasm and I stopped licking.
"Okay. Get up." I thought my ordeal was over. But he ordered me to sit on my desk. Jill was pulling her panties up and looking quite flush with satisfaction and embarrassment. I sat on my desk and he told me to lay down and lift my legs over my head so my pussy and ass were exposed. He told Jill to get the monster and I looked over to see what they were going to do. He had a massive dildo in his hand and he was lubing it up. He brought it over to me and he inserted it into my vagina. He was quite gentle with it which was a surprising change from the treatment I had received before.
I actually enjoyed the feeling as it was inserted and filled me whole. He also started to finger my clitoris and I could feel myself becoming aroused for the first time. He told Jill to lick my nipples. Jill hesitated but did as she was told. An electric feeling went through me, right through my nipples and down to my clitoris. I fought it and tried to block the sensations. Jill started sucking and licking my nipples and John started rubbing my clitoris. All of a sudden, the dildo started vibrating and I knew I couldn't fight it anymore. I knew I would have an orgasm, and I didn't want to in front of John and Jill. I'm quite vocal when I come and I didn't want them to see me have an orgasm. My mind started spinning. My body was reacting on it's own now and I was very close to having an orgasm.
Then, all of a sudden, the dildo stopped vibrating. I was left panting on my desk. Wanting to beg for more, but I bit my tongue so I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing they had aroused me so much. My legs felt weak. With the dildo still inside, John told me to get dressed but he only gave me my jeans and shirt. I have no idea what he did with my bra and underwear. I tried to put on my jeans but it was hard with the dildo inside me. When my jeans rubbed against my sensitive clitoris, I whimpered. My t-shirt rubbed against my still-wet nipples, sending an electric current straight down my navel to my clitoris.
John told me to take them to my car and take them back to my place. I was scared about what was going to happen, but I knew that it was too late to protest. I had already gone far enough. The pictures they took today would not only ruin my reputation, but they could also put me in jail for sexual conduct with a minor. My mind was spinning and I had difficulty walking with the dildo still inside me.
