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?

The End