Chapter 2: The Other Face of Dr. Baltz

Characters:

Tom - Narrator

Julia - Tom’s best friend since kindergarten

Aylin - Julia’s best friend and gymnastics teammate

Dörte - The school slut and Aylin’s friend

Klaus - A classmate

Dr. Baltz - Math and Biology Teacher

Beate Wilhelmsen - The new student teacher

Lena - Julia’s sister

Brunhilde Trapp, née Mösenlechner - Dörte’s mother

Roswitha Scheuer, née Mösenlechner - Beate’s mother and Brunhilde’s sister

After the weekend, we’re back in school for Dr. Baltz’s biology class, watching a film about genetics. The scientific progress in recent years is incredible. As the documentary starts, I’m a little surprised that Dr. Baltz plays it quite loudly. I cautiously turn to the side to see where he’s sitting and can hardly believe my eyes. There’s the hot Dörte, sitting right next to him, pressing her big breasts against his arm while her hand expertly strokes his cock. She really knows what she’s doing. I nudge Julia and signal for her to turn slightly. When Julia carefully looks over and sees Dr. Baltz getting his shaft pleasured by Dörte in the middle of class, she flinches and quickly turns back around. I worry that Dörte and Dr. Baltz might feel disturbed, but Dörte’s skilled handiwork has already robbed our teacher of all his senses. The film is loud enough and apparently quite interesting, covering advances in forensics and their use in crime-fighting. But what’s happening back by the projector is criminal too ... and hot. I don’t want to miss how Dörte makes Dr. Baltz come and what she’ll do with all that cum. Will she just tease him and let it splatter all over his pressed pants? I can see his glistening tip, the first drops already leaking out, which Dörte skillfully uses in her stroking. By now, she’s got one hand on his heavy balls when he suddenly grabs her head and pushes it toward his throbbing cock. As if it’s the most natural thing, Dörte opens her blood-red mouth — ah, that’s why she overdid her lipstick again today — and takes our teacher’s cock deep inside. She sucks him off briefly, never stopping her hard stroking or kneading his balls, until he shoots his hot load into her throat. She stops stroking, gives his thick tip one final expert twist with her lips, then sits up and looks directly at me. It hits me like a bolt of lightning, and my pants twitch wildly. She smiles and slightly opens her mouth. I can see her tongue swimming in a pool of white cum between her teeth. She moves her tongue around a bit, probably so I can see how much fun she’s having, just as the documentary narrator starts wrapping up. Dörte closes her mouth, swallows hard to get our teacher’s huge load down, and turns her smiling eyes to Dr. Baltz, who seems to have come back to his senses. What a bitch Dörte is, I think. Jerking off our teacher in the middle of class and letting him shoot his usual massive load into her mouth. And the whole time, she seemed to know I was secretly watching and then gave me that sly smile with her mouth full of cum. I’ve got a full-on tent in my pants now. How am I supposed to go out to the schoolyard like this?

The next week, Julia comes running up to me during the big break, clearly upset. I can tell something bad has happened and ask her what’s wrong. Dr. Baltz had called her to his office during the previous break. There, he told her to check her smartphone. An unknown number had sent her a picture. The photo showed a thick cock ejaculating onto a young, pretty, freckled face — Julia’s face.

He told her she’d either visit him once a week or he’d make sure the photo ended up in the display case of her Catholic church community. Pale as a ghost, she shows me the picture on her phone, sent by Dr. Baltz. It’s her, with my thick cock in front of her face, covered in cum.

“Shit, Tom. Where did Dr. Baltz get this photo? What do I do now?” Julia sobs.

“I have no idea how he got that picture. There must’ve been a hidden camera in our room or something. Still, it’s weird that Dr. Baltz got the photo from a shop in Amsterdam,” I reply, confused.

“And now I have to visit this disgusting Dr. Baltz?” Julia asks, her face miserable.

“Wait a second, Julia,” I try to calm her down.

“Wait? I’m supposed to wait? He’s already summoned me for tomorrow afternoon. What do I do now?”

“Holy shit, seriously? Tomorrow already?”

“Yes, tomorrow afternoon. And if I don’t show up, I’ll get to admire that lovely picture of my cum-covered face at Sunday mass in our church’s display case. Dr. Baltz sounded very firm and convincing.”

“That’s intense. What are you going to do?” I ask cautiously.

“What am I supposed to do? What choice do I have other than going there tomorrow afternoon? The thought of my parents and little sister seeing that picture in the church community is just awful. I’d be so ashamed, Tom! And imagine the chaos in our community, all the questions that would rain down on my parents and me. Unthinkable ... no, I have to go. Even though I’m really scared of what Dr. Baltz wants from me.”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious, I’d say. Sex, of course,” I reply casually.

“Eww, really? Sex with Dr. Baltz? After he already had it with Dörte and Aylin, as I’ve heard in great detail. Why me now?”

That’s some seriously wild news. Dr. Baltz is blackmailing Julia, and her only way out is to visit him weekly for ... well, that’s the question.

The bell rings, and we have to hurry to not be late for history class. Julia gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and says goodbye.

The next day, I can clearly see the nervousness on Julia’s face. She’s distracted all day, barely participates in class, and keeps looking over at me unhappily.

“Oh God, what do I do now, Tom? Should I really go there? But why am I even asking? I don’t have a choice. That filthy bastard. How did he get that picture?” Julia asks in anguish after the last class.

It’s a really interesting question, but Julia’s already fidgeting, ready to say goodbye.

“I wish I could take you with me for protection, Tom. Please cross your fingers that it won’t be too bad, okay?” she looks at me pleadingly.

I feel so sorry for her and wouldn’t want to be in her shoes. I’ve already seen Dr. Baltz’s long cock and can at least imagine what’s in store for Julia. On the other hand, I can’t deny that it turns me on a little to think about what that stamina-filled cock might do to my shy Julia.

The next day, I see Julia at school in the morning. She’s dressed as usual, in her high-necked blouse and long flannel skirt, coming out of the girls’ bathroom. I try to read her expression. No usual bright smile, but she doesn’t look completely devastated either, I think.

“How are you?” I approach her and take her in my arms.

“Don’t ask! I just don’t know ... it was all awful,” Julia says before I can ask more.

We don’t have much time before class, so I have to wait until the first big break to hear what happened yesterday afternoon. I’m bursting with curiosity, even though “awful” isn’t a good sign for her first visit with Dr. Baltz. During class, I glance over at her now and then. She doesn’t seem fully present today either, and suddenly I notice her hard nipples showing through her blouse. Julia’s not wearing a bra? She’s never done that as long as I’ve known her. What happened to her? The bell rings for break.

Julia’s the first at the door and storms toward the schoolyard. A bit away from our group, I find her sitting on a bench, giving me a slightly forced smile. I sit next to her and try to hug her.

“Don’t touch me,” she snaps, then looks at me sweetly again.

“I don’t know if I should tell you about yesterday afternoon. But I can’t really talk to Aylin about it ... at least not yet ... oh, shit, Tom. What have I gotten myself into?”

“What happened?” I ask carefully.

“Do you really want to know, Tom?” I nod.

“As agreed, I rang Dr. Baltz’s doorbell at 3 p.m. He opened the door and led me into his apartment. Everything was a bit old-fashioned, but somehow Dr. Baltz has style. Quite tasteful, actually. He took me to his large living room, and we sat in two armchairs in front of an unlit fireplace. He was very direct and got straight to the point. There were rules I had to follow if I came to visit him weekly. As if I’d do that voluntarily. And I knew what would happen if I didn’t follow the rules,” Julia reports quietly but noticeably agitated.

“For one, he wants me to not wear panties under my skirt every Tuesday at school before I visit him in the afternoon! But that’s not all. He also wants me to stop wearing a bra at school any day, so he can see my nipples better under my blouse. He respects that I can’t leave the house like that in the morning, but expects me to go to the girls’ bathroom before the first period to take off my bra. And on Tuesdays, I have to take off my panties there too,” Julia tells me, looking at me questioningly.

“Well, no one will notice if you’re careful,” I reply reassuringly.

“Then Dr. Baltz ordered me to lift my skirt. He wanted to see what he’d gotten himself into. I barely had my skirt up to my knees when he got stern and told me in a serious, firm voice not to make a fuss, that he wanted to see my ... uh, you know ... finally. Oh, it was so awful, Tom. I was so ashamed. But what could I do? As soon as he could see my panties, he harshly ordered me to pull them aside, and I obeyed.”

The break bell rings again. Another agonizing 45 minutes before I might get more details from Julia. Now we have math with Dr. Baltz. Curve analysis, determining highs and lows, zeros, and all that stuff. Julia’s story has really turned me on, and I look over at her again. She seems to be trying hard to follow Dr. Baltz’s explanations about the tangent slope function. But what do I see? Not only are her nipples showing through her blouse, but they look hard and stiff, and I can see Dr. Baltz staring at her chest. What a horny old bastard, I think. Julia seems to notice his gaze too and shamefully crosses her arms over her breasts.

During our second big break, I meet her again. She’s all worked up and close to tears.

“Did you see how he stared at my breasts the whole class? He’s so disgusting. What am I supposed to do, Tom? I always thought Dr. Baltz was a decent teacher. Sure, a bit authoritarian at times, but not so ... so dirty,” Julia says.

“When he stared between my legs so shamelessly yesterday, he told me he’d shave me every Tuesday. He knows I have to be careful at home so no one notices, especially my little sister Lena. But that’s my problem. A ... uh, pussy like mine has to be freshly shaved for him. Plus, he expects me to greet him by getting on my knees as soon as I arrive, so I can ... uh, oh shit, Tom, he wants me to take his thing in my mouth right at the door.”

I’ve never seen my Julia this agitated. She fidgets nervously on the bench and doesn’t even seem to have gotten everything out yet.

“Our nice teacher then explained that I’d enjoy a very special education with him. He has a precise plan of what he’ll show me and what I’ll have to learn. This plan must be strictly followed, and if I’m not good and don’t follow his instructions, there’ll be consequences. And he didn’t mean the photo. I have no idea what he meant by that.”

In the following days, I’m jerking off like a champion after school when I’m finally alone at home. I can’t deny that Julia’s blackmail turns me on, and I try to imagine Dr. Baltz shaving my sweet Julia’s red-haired pussy bare. Will he show her his cock while doing it? Or will she maybe even have to jerk him off?

When Julia shows up at school on Wednesday after her next Tuesday visit with Dr. Baltz, she seems quite cheerful, as if nothing happened. What’s going on now, I wonder?

During the next break, I grab her, and she smiles at me when I ask how she’s doing.

“Thanks, Tom. I’m feeling better again.”

“And? How was it yesterday at Dr. Baltz’s?” I blurt out impatiently.

“Oh, you want to know that?” Julia smirks.

I look a bit confused and am surprised that Julia seems so relaxed.

“Honestly, it was just ... just awful...”

“What happened, Julia? Tell me...”

“At three o’clock sharp, I rang Dr. Baltz’s doorbell again. When the buzzer sounded, I opened the door, and as soon as I stepped in, he was standing there with his huge cock, looking at me. I knelt on the cushion on the floor and, well ... took his thick thing in my mouth ... you know...”

“You sucked Dr. Baltz’s cock?”

“Yes, and it was already big and hard when he opened the door. I found out why shortly after when he led me to his living room. On his big flat-screen, a porn was playing. You know, one of those where one or two women mess around with a ton of cocks ... uh, I mean men. Dr. Baltz asked me if I was into porn ... I didn’t even know what to say, I was completely stunned, my hand still on his hard cock as we stood in the living room, and I could see this young girl getting used by so many guys and moaning loudly. I didn’t know where to look first — Dr. Baltz’s hard cock or all the erect cocks the girl was taking in her mouth. Dr. Baltz seemed to enjoy my bright red face and told me he’d make sure I’d soon love these little films.”

“Like last week, I had to put on the schoolgirl outfit and high heels. Once I had everything on, he immediately checked between my legs to see if I was wet. And what can I say, Tom? Yes, I was already wet. It’s all so terribly embarrassing, and I’m so ashamed. But having his huge thing in my mouth turned me on. And the thought of what he might do to me today wouldn’t leave me alone all day at school yesterday. I’m so ashamed, Tom.”

“Your nipples showed that clearly yesterday, Julia. Just like the tent in my pants right now.”

“Oh shit, sorry, Tom. I didn’t mean to do that,” Julia says, though she can’t hide a slight smirk.

“Can you handle it?” she asks, smiling. “Or should we go to the bathroom for a quickie?”

I start to laugh, knowing Julia’s just joking.

“Okay, what did he do to you then? Keep going,” I say impatiently, full of anticipation.

“He had my legs spread wide over the armrests of the chair and tied my hands behind the backrest. My first shave was up. He had his razor and shaving cream ready, and it tingled as the foam spread between my legs. He was very quick and skilled with his shaving. In just a few minutes, he was done and admired his work with a hard cock for a moment. Then he got out an electric vibrator. He called it a ‘wand’ or something ... He turned the chair to face the flat-screen so I had to watch the porn directly as he placed the thing between my legs and flipped the switch to ‘on.’ Then he excused himself, saying he was going to the kitchen for a smoke.