Custer's Last Stand
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - When the school custodian found the head cheerleader and the head geek in his janitor closet, having sex, he took them to the principal. The principal succumbed to temptation, plain and simple. It was blackmail, plain and simple. But she was a gorgeous cheerleader who wasn't a virgin and he needed a slut in his life at that moment. The law would have called it rape, at the very least, but a strange thing happened. They grew to have feelings for each other. Then her mother got involved.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Teenagers Blackmail Rape Fiction School MaleDom Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Size Teacher/Student
We were dressed and she was fiddling with her blouse.
“I wish we could do this on a real bed,” she said.
“Amanda, we need to talk,” I said.
“We talk all the time,” she said, brushing an imaginary speck of dust off of where one of her gorgeous breasts pushed her blouse out.
“Let’s say I agree to your ridiculous plan. Let’s say I get you pregnant. You don’t have a boyfriend to explain who got you pregnant.”
“Who cares?” she asked. “I’m fully aware that ninety-nine percent of every graduating class never see each other again. I’ll get kicked off the squad, but my mom is right. I’ll never get a full ride at some university for cheering. I’m good, but only amateur good. I can deal with people whispering about me behind my back.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier if you did have a boyfriend?” I suggested. “Then people would titter, but it wouldn’t be a scandal.”
“If I have a boyfriend, he’s going to want to do what you do,” she said. “After you I wouldn’t be interested in somebody ... normal.” She smiled at me.
“What if Marcus was your boyfriend?”
She blinked and went still.
“You rocked his world and from what you said he was adequate in the penis department. He’s a sweet guy and he would treat you with respect.”
“He’s black,” she pointed out.
“I’m so glad you noticed that when you demanded to see his dick.”
“He can’t be my boyfriend,” she said. “Nobody would believe it.”
“They would if you held his hand in the halls and kissed him when people could see you do it. You’d be able to bring your relationship out of the janitor’s closet,” I said.
“I don’t want to have his baby. I want to have your baby.”
“Make him wear a condom,” I said.
“No.”
“It was just an idea,” I said. “It would explain why your gorgeous flat belly isn’t flat anymore.”
“Marcus wouldn’t even think about doing that. He’s a geek.”
“I bet he’d think about it if we talked to him about it here, in my office.”
“If Marcus is my boyfriend I won’t have any time to get with you ... like this.”
“If I know Marcus, he’s a firm eight-hours-a-night kind of sleeper. He’s not going to stay up late. Your dates would probably end at nine.”
“Well that’s ridiculous,” she said. “That wouldn’t be any fun at all!”
“So, it wouldn’t be any fun to leave him at his house and come to my house, where there’s a bed?”
“My friends would call me names and say stupid things if I told them he was my boyfriend.”
“Well, then, I don’t think they’re actually your friends. Real friends will take you like you are.”
“I don’t know.”
“Let me ask you this. Do you ever say anything to him?”
“Well, kind of. After we got caught he asked me if I was okay. When I see him around I look at him and smile.”
“Why do you smile?”
“I don’t know. He’s a nice guy. I almost ruined his life and he doesn’t hate me.”
“So, it wouldn’t be agony to go on a date and spend some time getting to know each other?”
“Okay, yes. It might be fun. I’m curious about him.” She blinked. “Not like I was. I mean I’m curious about what he’s like. The only black people I know are on the cheer team and they all have rich parents. I’d look like an idiot if I went out with him.”
“I’m still punishing you for what you got caught doing in the janitor’s closet,” I reminded her, trying to sound gruff.
“No you’re not. You’re just being a perverted old geezer who likes to get in the cheerleader’s panties.”
“You can’t talk to me like that,” I said, stiffly.
“I just did. So go tell the world what I did. Tell them when I did it and who I did it with. People will wonder why it took you four months to make this public and nobody will believe that I had sex with a black boy, especially a black boy who’s a geek. They’ll laugh you out of school.”
“What do you want from me?” I almost yelled.
“I want to have your baby!” she almost yelled back.
“I will only do that if you get Marcus to be your boyfriend!” I shot back.
“Okay. I will get Marcus to be my boyfriend!”
“Good!” I snapped.
She came and stood right in front of me. She’s three inches shorter than I am so she had to look up.
“Just so you know, when Marcus is my boyfriend, I’m going to let him do what all my boyfriends wanted to do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. How did this young woman get me so discombobulated?
“I did like it when he went inside me. My boyfriend at the time wasn’t ... interesting in that way. So if we go on dates, I’m going to neck with him.”
“Neck with him,” I said.
“Yes. And you better get me pregnant, because if you don’t, he might get there first. I will not make Marcus use a condom.”
“Why are you doing this to me,” I moaned.
“You started it,” she said, smugly.
“Go on,” I said, pointing at my office door. “Your mother will wonder where you are.”
“My mother will assume I’m letting some teacher fuck me,” she said.
I just waved at the door.
“See you later,” she said, blowing me a kiss.
After she left, I contemplated running away from home.
That’s mostly because I realized I had, somehow, probably fallen in love with her, too.
I had been hoisted with my own petard.
Exactly what was said during the negotiations in which Amanda Worthington, the most popular and possibly the whitest girl in school, arranged for Marcus Green, the blackest and least likely candidate in the school, to become her very public boyfriend, she never told me. To say the outcome of those negotiations caused “a stir” in the student body is like saying on a visit to the sun last week we got a little sweaty.
Amanda knew how to work a crowd. When petite little Amanda started hanging out by Marcus’s locker, and held his hand as they traversed the halls, she had to explain it to everybody.
It was sudden and she confessed, mostly to her friends, that she’d had it bad for Marcus ever since he tutored her in Chemistry. She found him to be such a sweety that she just fell for him. That was the version that got into general distribution that passed the information through the entire school, including teachers and staff.
What she told her cheer team was that, while he tutored her, he also slid his extremely large penis into her hungry vagina and “just fucked me limp!”
Marcus was, in fact, a geek, but he was also extremely intelligent, and whatever it was that she told him got him to try very hard to act as the blushing, nervous, not-used-to-being-in-the-spotlight young man who towered over his girlfriend by a good six inches. Then again, maybe he didn’t have to act. I also don’t know what she did to thank him for being so understanding about her earlier rude behavior. I’m pretty sure she thanked him by getting him on his bed during a “study session”, during which she confessed she was still curious because that asshole, Mister Custer, broke it up before she could get her curiosity satisfied. Completing their earlier “experiment” would have convinced him she wasn’t punking him, and I suspect Mandy was so addicted to a large cock that a cock in any port would do, so to speak.
I’m not being fair. Marcus really is a wonderful young man who has a very bright future in which he will probably invent something that will save lives, or help us get to other planets, or suck CO2 out of the atmosphere. I don’t really know his area of interest. All I know is that his teachers and advisors say he’s the smartest student to walk the halls since the tall, skinny, very black, wide-eyed young man entered the school the first time.
And I’m not being fair to Mandy, really. After they graduated, they stayed very much boyfriend and girlfriend, and it wasn’t only because the gentle swell of her young belly might be because of him. When he went off to Harvard Mandy was very upset and she cried, sometimes. I know she was serious about him because she stopped sleeping with me.
So, now you’re caught up on all the players in our little three-way ... thing ... after Marcus got involved.
As for me, I did go out with Molly, or I should say Molly went out with me, and we had a very good time. There was no hanky panky; not even a quick kiss good night. We did spend the majority of our time talking about Amanda, and now Marcus. Marcus was on a physics track at Harvard, and undergraduates very often turned into master’s students and the students seeking a PhD. In Marcus’s case, the Feds snapped him up when he was still a junior and after he graduated he started working on things he couldn’t tell anybody about.
I presume he did tell Mandy, between hot and heavy “necking” sessions. By then they were married, and the only thing that would interrupt their coitus would be an unhappy, hungry, or poopy baby boy.
It was my punishment, I presume, that that baby boy, named Archimedes, was very obviously the fruit of Marcus’s loins, based on his dark skin and kinky black hair. It was obvious Marcus named him. Archimedes was the famous ancient Greek mathematician, physicist, engineer, and astronomer. It was also obvious that it was Mandy who decided he would be called Archie, so he wouldn’t be embarrassed when he went to preschool.
So all those times I tried like the dickens to impregnate one of my students, I must have been shooting blanks. Maybe that was just Kismet, protecting me from my weakness and the shit storm that would have ravaged our little school and probably our little town, had anyone found out that Principal Custer was boning the prom queen.