Chapter 1: Blackmailing Beauty

As soon as I got the job teaching in Hill River, my whole lifestyle had to change. I knew I was a lesbian since I was 16 and had my first girl-girl sexual encounter when I was 18. During college I had many lesbian sexual encounters, dressed very provocatively and partied extremely hard. But when I got my first teaching job in the very conservative town of Hill Valley, I knew I had to hide my sexuality.

I did a pretty good job of it too, at least for five months ... but then came Steffi. Steffi was a grade 12 student, already 18, who was the prettiest, sexiest girl I had ever seen. She oozed sexuality and she knew it. She had the blondest of blonde hair and the bluest of blue eyes. Boys drooled over her and girls wanted to be her; and I spent every night alone, in my small apartment, fantasizing about tasting her pussy and having her please me. Of course, there was no reason to think she was a lesbian, as she was often seen flirting with the popular boys who fought for her attention. Many rumours about her filled the hungry minds of the gossip mill, including that she blew guys on the first date, that she had been gangbanged by a few guys during a ski trip, and that she and her best friend Jenny regularly munched from each other's pussies.

I should note that Steffi was also a member of the gymnastics team. Just the thought of how flexible she must have been made my pussy tingle with excitement. I had seen her perform during a recent competition. I remembered how I could barely refrain from touching my pussy as I watched her perfectly toned body move and contort herself in ways that had me thinking dirty, nasty, dreamy thoughts.

Now even though she was the main figure of every fantasy I pleasured myself to, I in no way had any intention of making my fantasies a reality. But then an opportunity too good to be true occurred. And I took it.

Although Steffi was a very good math student, she was not an overly strong English student. So I was only slightly surprised when I caught her looking at her phone while she was writing her Animal Farm test. She seemed so sweet that I never would have considered her someone who would cheat, but there she was, clearly looking back and forth from the test to her phone. I didn't confront her with it at the time, just allowing her to finish her test. My plan was already formulating in my nasty mind. When the bell rang, I asked Steffi to stay behind. She sat back down and waited nervously.

After the room cleared, I asked, "Please give me your phone, Steffi."

''Pardon?" the beautiful 18-year old asked.

"Please give me your phone," I repeated.

"W-w-why?" she stuttered, nervously.

"I think you know," I responded.

Instantly she began crying, something I am sure has worked for her in the past. But I simply scoffed, "Steffi, I know the crying game, I have played it myself on many occasions." I paused before demanding in my teacher voice, "Now, Steffi! Give me the phone."

Tears still fell down her face as she reluctantly handed me her phone. She blubbered, "I am so sorry. I just..."

I surprised her when I told her, "Shut up. Meet me in the drama lab after school, young lady! We will discuss this further there."

"Yes, Miss White," she said through tears as she stood up and walked out.

I flipped through the phone and saw that Jenny, her best friend, had indeed been texting her answers after Steffi had sent her the questions. I pondered what I should do, when a sudden dirty thought flashed into my head. As soon as it was in my head, it would not go away.

What if? ... My lust was formulating my plan almost too fast to comprehend now.

I taught one more class, rather distractedly I must say. Then I went to the drama lab where I taught my last class of the day. The class dragged by as I tried not to contemplate the upcoming opportunity that awaited me after the bell rang. My mind boggled with my nasty thoughts while the clock didn't seem to be moving at all. Mercifully, the period finally ended. I continued my nasty reverie as my students dispersed and headed to their after-school lives.

I didn't have to wait long before Steffi walked in nervously. I went to the door and closed it. It was Friday and on Friday this placed cleared quicker than kids at a party when the cops show up. I returned to the front and mused, "Now, Steffi, what are we to do with you?"

She immediately began crying again before finally pleading, "I am so sorry, Miss White, it was so stupid of me. Please don't tell my parents."

"Hmmm," I said, as I contemplated her misery. "Well, Steffi, what do you think might be a suitable punishment for cheating?

"Anything," she said desperately, "I will do anything."

"Be careful how you word things, my dear," I said, with a slight flirt in my tone.

Not catching on, she said, "No really, Miss White, I will do anything."

I smiled, "Well I would be willing to ignore this little indiscretion if..."

Instantly her face changed to one of hope, "Yes, Miss White?"

"If you promise to obey my every command," I stated casually as I circled her.

She gave me a confused look, and then said tentatively, "OK?"

"No, I don't think you understand; you must do exactly what I ask," I explained, stressing the word exactly.

"O-o-o-k," she nervously said, unsure of what I was implying.

I waited dramatically, before I finally casually asked, "Did you know I am a lesbian, Steffi?"

Again a confused and seemingly shocked look crossed the beautiful teen's face. I could see her try to process this new information and perhaps the intent behind my telling her it. Finally, she shakily responded, "No, Miss White. I had no idea."

"Have you ever been with a girl?" I asked, flirtatiously. I now had my face close to hers.

She blushed as she whispered, "Yes."

"With whom?" I asked curiously.

"I'd rather not say," she replied, somewhat embarrassed and yet with an ever so defiant tone as well.

With that, I went quickly back on the offensive, "If you don't want this text sent to your parents and Principal Anderson, then you will answer every question I ask you, understood?" I huffed.

There was a brief pause before she answered quietly, "Yes, I understand."

"Good," I said, "now who did you dyke out with?"

Steffi jumped at my sudden outburst, but then compliantly whispered, "Jenny."

"I see," I said. "That makes sense since you two are always together, not to mention she is also the one who gave you the answers to the test." She flinched again when I added, "So have you two been munching on each other's cunts for a while?" I was purposely pushing the boundaries. I wanted to see if she had more resistance in her.

My vulgar words had my desired effect on my18-year-old student. They had her both stunned and scared, before she let out a soft sigh and admitted, "Only once a couple of weeks ago."

I relished my next question, "Why don't you tell me what happened, Steffi?"

The beautiful blonde took a moment to collect herself. I enthusiastically listened as she told me about her one and only lesbian experience, "We were at a house party with a bunch of friends and I had drunk a lot. Jenny and I ended up in a bedroom somewhere in the house and started touching each other and getting really close. We started kissing and it all happened in a blur. We were both really drunk and so rather carefree and adventurous. We took off each other's clothes and then she went down on me. I was really drunk, I mean really drunk, but I remember having the best orgasm I've ever had before. She was way better than any guy who had ever tried to eat me out. I think I ate her out too, but I really don't remember."

"Well don't worry, you will remember eating pussy before you leave here today," I guaranteed her.

She gave me a bewildered look, but said nothing, her face turning a shade redder. I continued the questioning, "So have you been with many boys?"

"A few," the perfect pin-up answered.

"How many is a few?" I queried.

"Depends," she responded.

"On what?"

"On how you define sex," she answered casually.

"How many have you fucked?" I asked, bluntly.

"Four."

"How many have you sucked?"

"A couple of dozen."

"Wow, so you are a slut!"

She looked up at me and for the first time showed the confidence she showed in class and on the gymnastics gym as she said, "That is not that much. Blow jobs are as common as being felt up. I know girls who have sucked over a hundred guys."

"I guess I am getting old," I said, "When I was in high school a hand job was still the norm." I paused for a bit before saying, "Undress for me."

She looked at me, now seemingly more comfortable, as she stood up and took off her jeans and t-shirt.

"You are very beautiful," I complimented her as she stood before me in a bra and panties.

She smiled, clearly used to such compliments, as she replied, "Thank you, Miss White."

"So what is the sluttiest thing you have ever done?"

She seemed to be really thinking about this before speaking. Finally, she said, not really looking at me eye to eye, "I was at a party at a friend's house in Malibu last month and I obviously drank a lot and was having a really good time. I met this guy who was soooo hot, I can't even remember his name, but I do remember his perfect tan, his blonde hair and his amazing abs. We were talking for a little and then we went up to a bedroom and starting kissing. He took my shirt and bra off and licked and kissed my tits. Then I got on my knees, unbuckled his pants and started blowing him. It took about 15 minutes and then I swallowed his cum."