Chapter 3: Teachers

Leonard Hoffman was a school teacher at the Millville Junior High School. He taught Eighth Grade English Literature and Basic Science. Both were required courses to be passed if students were to go to Millville High.

For the most part, Leonard’s life was pretty dull. He graded papers, went home, ate the same thing every night. Did the same things every night. Got up and followed the same routine every day. He rarely went out, for he didn’t have a girlfriend. He had a few geeky friends. Now thirty-eight years old, he figured it was time for a change.

Last year, he and his two friends Sheldon and Howard had tried some pot for the first time and now it was part of their regular Friday game night routine. Leonard and his buddies had other common interests, too. For Howard and Sheldon, Leonard’s job was a gold mine of young teenage girls. All he could do though was talk about them, then they’d exchange the usual illegal underage pornography photos from overseas. It was part of getting high. Except this year, Leonard wanted to do something different. He knew the last Friday of May was almost the last day of school. The actual day of graduation was Monday. There would be a big party for the three of them on Friday, including their new friend, fellow geek teacher Robert Downs (7th grade Math). Turns out, he has the same interests as them, but he didn’t know about the porn thing yet. Maybe on that Friday he could plan something that would show Robert that side. Then, lightning struck.

Not exactly lightning, but he did have a stroke of genius one night grading papers. Two of his students were each failing one of his classes. Sandy Hawkins was failing English Literature and barely passing Basic Science. Michelle Kinsley was in the same position, but reversed: barely passing English, failing Science miserably. Without a passing grade in both, they’d be held back a year.

Leonard thought about it. He knew how big a deal it was to these 13- and 14-year-old girls to pass. To not go on to high school would be a huge embarrassment for them. He knew how to fix their problem. With only two weeks to go, he figured both Sandy and Michelle would be in panic mode. They certainly looked like it in class. He handed each of them a note saying to meet him in his office after third period. He thought to himself, this had better work. He could get fired for this. He started to get a bit panicky himself.

At the end of third period, just as lunch was starting, Sandy Hawkins and Michelle Kinsley came into his office. He told them to close the door, to have a seat. He sat on his side of the desk, just looking at the two girls. Sandy was blonde, fourteen, a decent figure, hardly any bust yet. Still, her blonde hair was long and beautiful, her face looked so young and cute. The more worried she was, the cuter she looked.

Sitting next to her was Michelle Kinsley. Michelle had brown hair, down to just below her shoulders. She was similar in size to Sandy, except Michelle had some boobs showing. At least, he guessed. She had on baggy clothes. He looked down at the papers in front of him and spoke.

“It seems we have a problem, girls. In two weeks, even if you got a 100 on the final, you’d still not have enough points to pass the seventh grade and move on to the high school. This, this is your problem right now.” He paused, letting it sink in. Actually, a grade of 100 would give them just enough points to pass. But they didn’t know that. He sat there, looking upset with them, then he switched to Mr. Friendly Teacher.

He leaned back in his chair. “Look, it just so happens that we all have a problem. On the last day of school, Friday, the 29th, I’m supposed to provide a dance group for a party. Problem is, I don’t know any dance groups. All I need is two people, like you two, to do some dancing for this group. You do that for me, and I can help you with your problem of not passing.”

The two girls sat there, listening, not sure what to say. Finally, Sandy asked, “well, uh, what, I mean, what kind of dancing?” Michelle looked at her, nodding with her, then looking at Leonard. Leonard quickly responded, “No no no no no! Nothing like that, more like, like, like cheerleaders. You dance like cheerleaders for a few minutes, and I can guarantee you’ll be going to the high school in September.”

“But here’s the thing,” he continued, speaking lower now. “If I change all those grades to passing, nobody can know anything about this cheerleader thing, ok? Nobody. If anyone hears about it, then no one goes to high school next year. So, you have to keep it quiet. Only us three.”

The two girls, so easily manipulated at this age, readily agreed. With a silly pinky-swear, they left. After that he didn’t talk about it with anyone, though he spent many hours thinking of a million what-ifs. On the Monday before the party, he told the others he had a graduation surprise for their party. They should bring cameras; video or still, whatever they wanted. Can’t say why, it’s a surprise. They were all fascinated, trying to guess what Leonard had planned. And why the cameras?

On Friday, he simply handed Michelle Kinsley and Sandy Hawkins each a piece of paper with an address on it. His address. He told them to bring the paper with them. “Be there at 6:30 tonight. Alone! Remember our secret.” Leonard thought you just couldn’t trust a 13- or 14-year-old girl to get anything right. That afternoon after school, he got the place ready. He had a ton of hot wings delivered, along with a large pizza. He had a fridge full of beer and plenty of pot from the pot store. Mostly joints, it was just easier than passing around a pipe. He got two joints for each of them, eight of the strongest ones they had. With that much pot, it would be a rocking party! Playing video games and getting high was what Sheldon, Howard and Robert were expecting. His perv buddies were about to get a big surprise.

At 6:30 the two girls arrived, a couple of minutes apart. Leonard took them both upstairs. “This is your private changing room. Your cheerleader outfits are on the bed. You have to wear them. It’s not optional. And only, only the outfits. Nothing else. Get changed; I’ll be back in about an hour when things get started. Don’t worry! It’ll be fun and over in a few minutes. Then everyone goes home and goes to high school.”

Downstairs, closer to seven o’clock, the others arrived. Sheldon brought more food and a flash drive that he said was loaded with new underage porn photos. Leonard smiled. Robert and Howard arrived, each with bottles of wine and cameras. They both had their expensive SLR digital cameras; a hobby of theirs. They also had their iPhone 16 Pro’s with its excellent video recording ability.

Everyone popped open a beer and fired up a joint. Everyone wanted to know what the surprise was that Leonard had. Instead, they watched Sheldon’s pics on his flash drive, showing on Leonard’s big screen TV.

Robert was surprised, to say the least. He’d always kind of had a secret thing for young teens, but that was something he kept to himself. At first, he wasn’t too sure. He didn’t look away, though. I mean, damn, these were some good pictures they were looking at. Sheldon and Howard reminded Robert of all the younger female students he worked with. Robert finally admitted, he did have a thing for teenage girls. Robert was a nerdy single guy like them. He knew how he felt about some of those girls at school. These pictures though, they’d just been a surprise. “No, no! Keep going! That one of the red-head was pretty good!”

Around 78:30, Leonard told everyone about the surprise. “OK, listen. I got these two students’, see? And they’re both about to flunk my classes. So, I told them if they’d come over here tonight and put on a, you know, a show, that’d I’d fix their grades so they’d pass and go to high school next year.”

Robert asked who? Sheldon asked what kind of show? Howard asked how old they were. “That’s the more important question here,” Howard said. Sheldon agreed, knowing where Leonard worked. Leonard, with this big grin on his face, said to Robert and the other two, “You are not going to believe it! Sandy Hawkins and Michelle Kinsley!” Robert gasped. “No fucking way! Hawkins and Kinsley? Holy shit!” Howard wanted to know what he meant. Robert told him. “They’re just about two of the hottest girls in the eighth grade!” He looked at Leonard. “So, they’re what; thirteen? Fourteen?”

Leonard, still grinning, said, “They’re both fourteen! And here’s the best part! They’re right upstairs, ready to start the show! You guys ready?” Everyone cheered yes of course. Leonard threw some switches. The lights dimmed; colored lights flashed all around while two spotlights lit up the center of the room. Rap music began playing. Everyone, being high and getting drunk, began dancing to the music, waiting for the show.

Leonard went upstairs, opened the door. Both girls sat on the edge of the bed. Both had on their “uniforms”. It was simply an incredibly short, orange and white-striped skirt, with no underwear or top. They each held these orange and white pom-poms, two each. They used them to cover themselves. He told them to lose the sneakers. “Take ‘em off. Let’s go! You’re up now. Make it a good show and I’ll fix those grades.”

They briefly complained that he was kidding, right? I mean, no top or shirt or anything? Professor Hoffman told them, “That, that’s what the pom-poms are for.” He headed downstairs. Sandy followed behind the man saying “Well I’m not showing anything...” with Michelle walking right behind her. Sandy thought these costumes were ridicules. These tiny miniskirts, no top or panties or anything. She kept the pom-poms against her chest. Sure, she was only fourteen, and she had hardly any boobs to show, but the idea of being seen nude up there was incredibly embarrassing. When he said dance like cheerleaders, she had no idea it would be topless. She discussed it with Michelle earlier. Michelle said she didn’t care, so long as she got a passing grade. “Let’s just get it over with,” she’d said. Her parents would kill her otherwise. Sandy agreed. Just dance some and go home.

Michelle followed the others into this room. Lights flashed all over, like a disco or something. Two spotlights point to the middle of the room. It smelled heavily of pot. Loud rap music played. She saw three other men. They stood there, staring at her and Sandy. These pom-poms barely covered her boobs. Sure, for fourteen they were on the big side, but not too big. She was blushing as she tried to smile and act happy to be dancing. They were led to the center of the room, made to stand in the lights. The man told them to start dancing, like cheerleaders. They shook their pom-poms some, never more than a few inches from their chests, while trying to kick their legs out together. The man told them to kick their legs higher. Higher! They tried, but it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t something either girl did very often, and besides, they were already feeling a buzz from all the weed smoke. Trying not to giggle, the two tried to kick their legs up higher, holding each other for balance. What they’d sort of forgotten was that their skirts were very, very short and they had no panties on. Every kick gave the four men an excellent view of their cute, bald little pussies. Holding each other for balance, they ended up showing some of their naked chests too, as they kicked their legs up.

The four men watched with delight. They watched for about two minutes before Leonard reminded them of the cameras. Everyone jumped for their iPhone video recorders. After a bit, Leonard spoke up. He told them to stand still, spread their legs wide apart. They did, though reluctantly. He sensed their concern, and walked up, letting each have a couple of hits off his joint. “It’ll calm you down. You’ll do better,” he said. He stepped back. The girls weren’t strangers to a little pot.

Robert watched from behind the others. This was pretty damn radical. He asked Howard if they do this all the time. Howard said, “Hell no! We’ve never done anything remotely like this before! This is all Leonard’s idea!” Leonard stepped back from the two girls and told them, more sternly, “Put your arms up over your head. Twirl those things around, and keep kicking your legs.” Both girls thought he was kidding, not moving their arms up at all. They kept showing their young inner thighs as they kicked up left and right. Leonard walked up to the two girls, looking very angry now. He grabbed Sandy’s wrist, twisted her arm some, then slapped her face as hard as he could with his other hand. Whack! She cried out, cringing away. He slapped her a second time. Again, she cried out, as did Michelle. Leonard growled, “You do what I tell you to do if you want those grades. Now raise your arms and shake those pom-poms.” He turned his face to Michelle. “You too, Kinsley!”

He let go of Sandy roughly. Sandy slowly raised her arms up over her head. She had hardly anything to show, just two puffy nipples. Her skirt rode up so high it was showing the bottom of her butt now. In front, you could just see her little crotch and that bare slit of hers; those puffy lips down there. Beside her, Michelle did the same as Sandy. Michelle was really scared now. This had just been a weird play; something easy to do to pass eighth grade. Now, she stood in front of these four men, two of them teachers from her very school! With hardly anything on at all! Her boobs were out there alright, where everyone could see them. And everyone was looking at them, too. Even Sandy looked some. Oh damn! Her nipples were like fully erect. Her puffy areolas, they just made her boobs even more obvious.

Mr. Hoffman moved closer again. Michelle cringed as he did. He grabbed her two arms, then leaned down, pulling her chest towards him. Mr. Hoffman began to suck on her right areola, his tongue rubbing all over it; his saliva making it all wet. He stopped, turned to the others. “Who wants to suck on a fourteen-year-old’s tit?” he laughed. One man said “Me!” first and went right up, grabbed her waist and began to suck hard on her left breast. Michelle stood there; her arms held by her side now as two men sucked hard on her nipples. She was so scared; she didn’t know what to do. Struggle to stop them? She tried, but they held her tightly. Cry out? She tried that too, but then one would stop sucking her breast and start french kissing her. That was even more gross.

While this was going on, Michelle watched as Sandy got attacked. Two men, including Mr. Downs, her seventh-grade math teacher, forced Sandy over to a couch. She didn’t see much of Sandy after that; just occasional glances. Here, Mr. Hoffman forced her to kneel right here in the light. He dropped his trousers, told Michelle to do to his dick what he’d just done to her tit. She looked up in horror. He wanted her to do what...? Put his thing in her mouth? She’d heard of this, but was he serious? Still feeling the marijuana effects, she noticed finally the big penis in front of her face. Woah! Where did this come from? He held it with his hand, pointing it at her. It was long, rigid, had big veins and a bunch of hair at the base. He wanted her to do this for a passing grade? She had only a few moments to decide. Well, it was just a blowjob, not sex or anything. If it got her out of eighth grade and into high school, it might be worth it. Then she realized, if she didn’t do it, she’d have to sit in his class again all next year. AARGH! She held her hair back with one hand, leaned down, licking her lips to get them as wet as she could. She paused just short, then put her young lips on it. Oh God, it was so weird, so big and so warm. She slowly spread her lips open wider, as wide as she possibly could. He put his hand behind her head, pushing himself into her mouth. It was big, and long. She could feel it touching her tongue now, even touching the roof of her mouth; the insides of her cheeks. Mr. Hoffman started to move back and forth. Her lips slid along the warm shaft. She thought maybe this is how it ended. Yet, he kept doing it. Back and forth, over and over again.

Sandy, meanwhile, had been forced over to the couch. She was forced down to her knees and made to bend over, her hands on the couch. Someone pushed her little miniskirt up; her bottom was now completely exposed. She knew this was going too far; he’d only said they had to dance. Not this! Mr. Downs knelt down beside her and began to feel her up. He ran his hands all over her upper body, especially her nipples. Her small boobs, this was as big as they’d get, bending over like this. The other man was now trying to force his way between her legs. She cried out as Mr. Downs forced her to kiss him. She struggled to stop the man from getting in there. Mr. Downs reached down and pulled her left thigh over, forcing her legs apart. The man was between her thighs now; she could tell he didn’t have anything on. Then his penis touched her ‘down there’. She heard and felt him spitting on his penis, even on her some. A lot of spit. Then, despite her attempts to stop it, he pressed himself against her vagina. Her puffy pussy lips slowly spread apart, then began to hurt as they got pushed way, way open. She cried out into Mr. Downs mouth.