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 Archive name: pvt-sch.txt (mmf, mc, blackmail, ped)
 Authors name: tow_or_more@hotmail.com
 Story title : Private School Cherry Popper

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 Private School Cherry Popper
 two_or_more@hotmail.com


 I was always a loner in high school. I had friends but
 most of the girls that went to our private school just
 outside of the Twin Cities were boring.

 It was my senior year when this all happened. 

 Like so many private schools, we had a dress code.
 Patent leather shoes, with white knee socks. Plaid,
 pleated skirts and white shirts. On top of that we
 wore the school blazer, a somber gray color. Blah.

 The classes were boring and the administration of them
 old and traditional. At least when I started at Pine
 Crest Private School. But in my senior year, things
 changed.

 The administration changed. The board hired a new
 principal, one that insisted on bringing new teachers
 to the school. Most of them were still boring but at
 least they were no longer so old that they had to turn
 their hearing aids on to hear the person in the front
 row.

 That year I had Mr. White was my history teacher. I
 had never done all that well in history and I had to
 pass his class if I wanted to graduate.

 One day he asked me to stay after class. I walked up
 to his desk as all the other students filed out of the
 classroom. He stood up and closed the door, leaving us
 in complete privacy.

 "Amy, there are only a few more weeks left until you
 graduate. You were getting acceptable grades during
 the first half of the school year, but with the past
 few moths your grades have plummeted and you are bound
 to fail the course."

 I was prepared to give my "I'm really trying speech"
 when he went on.

 "I don't normally offer this but I think I can find a
 way for you to make up the points in class.

 "Oh Goody, I thought, more homework to do. He stepped
 closer to me.

 "Amy, you do realize that I could fail you in this
 class, and in doing so you would have to take another
 year to receive you diploma?"

 I nodded.

 He continued, "However, if you do as I say, then I
 think we can make sure you pass." His hands went to my
 waist and down to my bottom.

 I was shocked and totally nervous. I had heard of this
 happening, teachers propositioning students. But I
 didn't actually know any student who had had it happen
 to them.

 He stepped closer and pressed his hips against mine.
 "Do you understand what I am telling you?" He squeezed
 my ass.

 "Yes, Mr. White." without thinking I said, "I would do
 anything to pass this class..." My head was spinning.
 I was still a virgin but I had always wanted something
 like this to happen. My legs were trembling as I
 thought of the possibilities.

 He looked a little glazed eyed himself, as though he
 hadn't been sure I would accept.

 I glanced at the door. Sure enough, he had locked it.
 Suddenly, his lips pressed against mine harder, his
 tongue pushing into my mouth and after my first impulse
 to push him away I responded in like.

 He tore at my blouse, pulling it free from my skirt and
 pushed his palms up against my chest. His warm fingers
 massaged my breasts through my bra.

 It felt strange, it felt sexy, I could feel myself
 becoming moist and I moaned in pleasure, it was so
 exciting to have a grown man touch me. I still couldn't
 believe he was interested in me, but I wanted to
 encourage him so I shrugged off the school blazer and
 he managed to unhook my bra. His fingers were now on my
 bare flesh and it made me shiver.

 He tore his lips away from mine and pressed hot kisses
 down my throat to the first button on my shirt. His
 hands came up to undo the buttons and I shrugged off my
 shirt, now wearing nothing on my upper body at all.

 I was a little embarrassed but that worry soon flew out
 of my head when he started to suckle my nipples.

 I didn't have large breasts but they were a fair size
 for my age and the things he did to them were wonder-
 ful. He bit them a little and my head spun. He tore his
 lips away long enough to tell me to take the rest of my
 clothes off.

 When I was completely naked, he took his shirt, shoes
 and pants off. Last came is underwear. It was my first
 time; to actually see an adult male body baked. To see
 a real male cock, heavy with an erection. I was nervous
 but I reached out to touch it with my hand.

 He told me how to hold it and to massage it. Then he
 pressed on my shoulders and I knelt in front of him.
 His cock was right in front of my face. I had never
 even dreamed of this, even in my wildest fantasies
 while I masturbated alone at night in my bed.

 He told me to kiss it. I closed my eyes and put my
 mouth on the tip. It tasted salty but interesting. He
 took my head in his hands and pumped his cock into my
 mouth. At first I gagged as it slid into my throat. He
 pulled out and pushed it back in. He was fucking my
 mouth.

 All at once he jammed all of his cock into my mouth,
 going into my throat and held it there. For a moment
 I thought I might pass out. I couldn't breathe and I
 wanted to throw up. My gag reflex made me pull back
 from his maleness. 

 It was like an explosion, his cum flew out at me. I
 felt hot liquid gushes as he spurted into my mouth. He
 held me by my hair so I couldn't avoid what he was
 doing, I gagged a little but I swallowed most of it.

 Then it was over, and he let me go. He got started
 putting on his clothes. "You have to get to class now,
 Amy. If you want a good grade you will be ready to do
 this again tomorrow and the day after that and so on.
 And Amy you did very well today. If you continue to
 please me like this you will most certainly receive an
 excellent grade at the end of the school year."

I put my clothes on and simply said, "Yes, Mr. White."

 I had a lot to think about. That night I lay in my bed,
 thinking about what had happened. I had sucked my his-
 tory teacher's cock. It had made me feel cheap, and
 like a filthy slut, like I had read about in sex
 magazines that my friends and I had read at slumber
 parties. It had also been wonderful, to know that a
 grownup man wanted me, was sexually aroused by me, I
 was excited and wanted to try it again. I couldn't
 wait for the next day.

 I fell asleep and woke up when the sun came into my
 room. I dressed in my school uniform, trading my boring
 white panties and bra for a lacy pair of G-string
 panties and a push up bra. Under normal circumstances
 I would never wear such things to school, but I didn't
 think that Mr. White would mind, and they made me feel
 secretly sexy as I walked to school that morning. I was
 definitely looking forward to history class.

 The first bell rang and I sat through English. Three
 more hours until I was going to be in HIS class again.

 All of a sudden, the PA system clicked and the princi-
 pal's voice rang out. My name blared out and all my
 classmates stared as I gathered my stuff and made my
 way to the principal's office.

 The secretary that normally guarded the door was not
 there. Maybe she was on a coffee break, I thought. I
 knocked on the door and I was told to enter. The
 principal was a man in his thirties, rather handsome
 with dark hair and green eyes. Something about him had
 always made me nervous.

 He was sitting behind his large oak desk, which was
 completely bare except for a thin manila file. Even
 the phone had been removed. I wondered about that.

 Then I saw that Mr. White was sitting on a chair in
 the corner. Suddenly I became very nervous. 'Looks
 like I am not going to pass history this year,' I
 thought.

 "Good morning, Amy." said Mr. White.

 "Good morning, Mr. White." I looked at the principal
 again. "Mr. Lucas."

 Mr. Lucas opened the manila file and began to read
 from it. "Amy Chandler, C average student. No repri-
 mands, no detention." He looked right at me. "Until
 now. Mr. White informed me that you are not passing
 history. He also told me that you are willing to do
 anything to pass history."

 I opened my mouth but I didn't know what to say. It
 looked like I was in a lot of trouble.

 "You can not believe how happy that makes me."

 I looked at him, eyes wide.  What the heck was he say-
 ing?

"Sit down, young lady."

 I did, sinking into the plush chair. Mr. Lucas propped
 his elbows on the desk and leaned forward. He looked
 right at me. "Do you still have your cherry, Amy?"

 I blushed. I couldn't believe that he'd just asked
 that question, I was totally humiliated, my face must
 have been as red as a fire engine at that moment.

 "Well?"

 "Yes, Mr. Lucas." I mumbled.

 He leaned back. "I am happy to hear that young lady.
 We are going to take care of the for you."

"What?" I gasped.

 He looked at me sternly. "You do want to pass your
 classes, don't you Amy?"

 I looked at Mr. White, he grinned at me.

"Yes, I do."

 "Then take off your clothes, my dear."

 I stared at him in shock at him.

 "I want to see your body, Amy. I am going to take your
 virginity today. For the rest of the school year, you
 will have sex with any of the teachers that ask you to.
 Do you understand me? If you do not do this, you will
 fail all of your classes."

 I nodded. I began stripping. First my shoes and socks.
 The skirt, blazer and shirt. In just a few moments I
 stood in my lacy underwear. Both men grinned as they
 looked at my firm body. I was embarrassed but also I
 felt a surge of desire to know what they were going to
 do to me.

 Mr. White got up from his chair to locked the office
 door and then sat down once again. From a briefcase on
 the floor, he took out a small video recorder that he
 turned on and settled back to tape us.

 I glanced at him and then settled my attention on Mr.
 Lucas. He grinned at me. "Come here, Amy."

 I stepped closer to him.

 He began to unbutton his shirt and shrugged it off. He
 stopped once his shirt, shoes and socks were off. "Take
 my pants off, Amy," he ordered.

 I placed my hand at the buckle of his pants and undid
 it. After unzipping the zipper I pulled both his slacks
 and shorts down his legs.

 Underneath that was a thick, pulsing adult male cock.
 I couldn't help myself, I stared at it. Thick veins
 popped out from the flesh. It was fully erect, pressing
 up against his stomach. There was hair on his heavy
 balls. I looked up from his crotch and saw Mr. Lucas
 watching me. He stepped to me and brought me to a
 standing position and began to kiss my neck. Our naked
 bodies touched and I shivered in excitement.

 My nipples hardened and his hands began to caress my
 breasts. I moaned in pleasure. His cock was pressed
 against my leg and my hand went down to feel it. My
 fingers played lightly over the skin that was so warm.
 I remembered what I had done with Mr. White the day
 before and knelt down. Mr. Lucas held my head as I
 slowly began to suck on his cock.

 Suddenly he jammed it forward so that the head was in
 my throat. I struggled for a moment and he released me.
 Once I had gotten a breath of air, he repeated it.
 "Swallow my cock, you little slut," he said.

 I tried, and he pulled out, apparently satisfied. He
 pulled me to my feet and leaned me backward on the
 desk, the cool top of the wood a pleasant sensation. 

 "Now my little slut, I am going to fuck you."

 He spread my legs and with his index finger probed my
 opening. It was wet. He thrust three fingers in deeply
 until they came into contact with my cherry. He moaned
 softly as he pulled his fingers away and pulled my ass
 to the edge of the desk. He stepped into the V that my
 legs and I felt his thick cock press against my inner
 thigh. He guided that huge pulsating organ to the
 entrance of my pussy.

 I gasped as it touched my moist heat. Suddenly, as he
 had done to my throat, he slammed his cock all the way
 into me. There was a piercing pain when he rammed
 through my cherry but the feeling of being so full of
 cock soon overwhelmed that feeling. I panted as he
 pressed himself as deep as possible in my pussy.

 My bottom left the desk at his piercing thrusts. I
 looked over at Mr. White as the principal rutted into
 me, my vision clouded as I began to feel a funny sen-
 sation deep inside my body.

 Mr. Lucas came, I could feel something hot spurting
 deep inside. He threw back his head and thrust one last
 time into me. I had never know such a feeling. To know
 that this man was using my body for his pleasure, to
 know what effect I was having on him was making me
 crazy.

 After his grunting orgasm was complete he pulled him-
 self out. Some of his cum dripped out of my pussy and
 there was still some that was dripping from his soften-
 ing penis. He pulled me off the desk and pressed me to
 my knees. "Clean me off," he ordered.

 I kneeled there, licking the penis of the principal,
 thinking only of how much I enjoyed it. I knew what we
 were doing was terribly wrong, and that if the other
 students ever heard about this I would be ruined.

 I was then ordered to get dressed and go to my next
 class. I felt sticky between my thighs but happy. As
 I left I heard Mr. Lucas tell Mr. White that I would
 be perfect. Perfect for what?

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 It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
 strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
 with strangers!!  You only have one body per lifetime,
 so take good care of it. 
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