Chapter 2

Alice paused. As Melanie had pointed out, she had been sucking the cock of one of her fifteen year old students. It was an act which could lead to dismissal at best, and jail at worst. And it wouldn't be a he-said, she-said contest; Melanie had captured the moment on camera. All of this raced through Alice's mind in less than a second, and she turned her face up to look at the young cheerleader.

"Don't you just love these things?" Melanie asked, holding her phone. "First, you get to hear other people's conversations, as long as they have a phone. 'Oooh, did I cause that big hard-on, Gordon?' Then, you take a picture, push a button, and it gets e-mailed to your computer."

"What do you want?" Alice said coldly as the import of Melanie's threat sank in.

Melanie smiled, her perfect white teeth practically glowing. She slowly extended her right foot and scraped her big toe along Alice's chin.

"Missed some," she said, nodding down at her foot. Alice looked down to see a drop of Gordon's semen on Melanie's toenail. Melanie lifted her foot. Alice looked back up and Melanie simply nodded down at her foot again.

Alice was trapped. Opening her mouth, she accepted Melanie's toe between her lips, and gently sucked the sticky fluid off.

"Very good," Melanie said, withdrawing her foot and crossing her legs as she sat on the desk.

"Do you want money?" Alice said.

Melanie laughed.

"What do you want?" Melanie teased her.

"What do you mean?" Alice asked.

"Gordon's got a nice cock, doesn't he?" Melanie grinned.

When Alice didn't answer, Melanie prompted her.

"Doesn't he, cock-sucker?"

"Yes, he does, Melanie," Alice answered.

"I'll bet you've been thinking all week about how nice it would feel inside your wet little puss," the youngster continued.

"Haven't you?" she said coldly, as Alice stared up at her.

"Yes," Alice whispered.

"Yes, what?" Melanie demanded.

"Yes, I've been thinking all week about how nice Gordon's cock would feel inside my wet little puss," Alice said.

"Did you hear that, Gordon?" Melanie said, turning to the young man. "Ms. Lindley wants your cock in her. Listen."

She pushed another button on her phone and, to Alice's horror, played back the words she'd just spoken.

"Good thing Gordon's so young, huh?" Melanie continued. "No problem getting it back up quickly. Gordon, why don't you take off your pants and show Ms. Lindley your nice hard cock again?"

Alice couldn't help herself, her eyes were drawn over to where Gordon had been standing quietly at the door. Obviously, he must have pulled his pants back up while Alice was coughing. Now he obediently pulled off his slacks and undershorts. He was indeed fully erect again.

"I think we should see some more of Ms. Lindley first, though, don't you, Gordon?" Melanie said.

"Sure," grinned the boy.

"The sweater, cocksucker," Melanie ordered.

After a long stare, Alice sighed and sat back on her heels. Her eyes on the cheerleader, she reached down to pull her sweater over her head.

"Very nice," Melanie grinned. "Just how big are those puppies?"

"Thirty-six C," Alice murmured.

"Cool," Melanie laughed. "Me, too. Guess we can be bosom buddies. Now let's see 'em."

Alice reached behind her and slowly unhooked her bra. With no apparent way out, she slid the straps off her shoulders and then allowed the bra to fall to the floor in front of her.

"Very nice," Melanie said after a brief appraisal of her teacher's assets. "I always knew you were a big girl, but it wasn't until last week, when you started trying to give poor little Gordon a hard-on, that I really got a good shot."

"You drew those pictures, didn't you?" Alice said.

"Of course I did," Melanie laughed. "'The, um, breasts in your picture of me were exactly the right size.' Oh, that reminds me, Gordon -- don't forgot to give me my other cell phone back."

Alice scowled as she heard Melanie repeat yet another part of one of her private conversations.

"Gordon's a nice big boy," Melanie continued, "but art's not exactly his best class. In fact, you'll probably go ahead and drop it now, Gordon."

The young man nodded.

"Those are actually my boobs in the picture, bosom buddy," Melanie smirked. Now, back on your hands and knees."

Alice slowly dropped back down to her hands.

"Get behind her, Gordon," she said, instructing her ally to kneel behind his teacher. "Now why don't you just flip that skirt up over her cute little ass."

Gordon eagerly exposed his teacher's rear, covered in her white thong panties and her dark pantyhose. The boy began stroking Alice's ass with his hands.

"Very nice, teach," Melanie smiled. "Now just slide her panty hose down her thighs, Gordon. Leave her panties on."

Alice groaned as she felt Gordon's fingers in the waistband of her hose, slowly tugging them down over her rear.

"I'll just bet her panties are sopping wet, aren't they Gordon?" Melanie asked. "Take your middle finger and put it right there where her legs meet."

"Oh, God," Alice moaned as Gordon pressed unerringly against her clit.

"Is it wet?" Melanie asked.

"Jeez, it's like she's leaking," Gordon smiled up at her.

"Now pull her panties down," Melanie said. "Slowly, Gordon."

Gordon slowly revealed his teacher's tight ass.

"Bet you can't wait to have that fat dick inside you, huh, Miss Lindley?" Melanie snickered.

She reached down with her foot and tilted Alice's face up again.

"You were getting yourself off just looking at the picture of his cock, weren't you?"

Alice blushed hotly.

"Put the head inside her, Gordon, just like we talked about," Melanie said.

Alice felt the cap of Gordon's engorged cock slide between the lips of her pussy and then stop. She tried to push backward, only to find Gordon's hands on her ass preventing her.

"Something you wanted, Alice?" Melanie teased.

Alice angrily shook her head.

Melanie nodded to Gordon, and the youngster slowly thrust another inch of his cock into Alice and pulled it out again.

"Mmmmm," Alice murmured.

Once again Alice pushed backward, and once again Gordon denied her.

"Please," Alice whispered.

"Something you wanted to say, Ali?" Melanie said.

Alice refused again, and Gordon, on Melanie's instruction, gave her another taste of his big cock.

"Oh, God," Alice finally cried. "Please, Gordon, please do it."

"Please do what, Ali?" Melanie teased her.

"Fuck me, dammit," Alice screamed.

"I think you mean, 'stick your big fat tenth grade dick all the way inside my hot little teacher cunt, '" Melanie prompted.

Alice blushed again.

"Stick your big fat tenth grade dick all the way inside my hot little teacher cunt," she repeated, surprising even herself with her enthusiasm.

"You forgot to say please," Melanie laughed.

"Fuck!" Alice swore. "Please, Gordon, stick your big fat tenth grade dick all the way inside my hot little teacher cunt!"

Melanie nodded to Gordon, and suddenly Alice found herself being fucked in earnest.

"Good boy," Melanie said. "Just like I told you, start her off slowly and then gradually pick up speed 'til you're giving the little whore the fucking that she needs."

Alice opened her mouth to protest, but the only sounds that emerged were inarticulate moans that matched the rhythm that Gordon was settting.

Finally able to get her breath, Alice still couldn't manage anything more than, "Oh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"How does it feel, Gordon?" Melanie asked.

"Incredible," the boy answered. "It's so tight."

"Good," Melanie grinned. "It's nice to have your first fuck inside a nice tight cunt. Especially some nice teacher cunt."

"I can't last much longer," Gordon grunted.

"That's okay," Melanie said. "Just spray it in her. She's already cum twice. And if she's not on the pill now, she's a fuckin' idiot. You've done real well, Gordon."

Alice felt Gordon grab her hips and hold himself tight against her. Boy juice spurted inside her and she screamed again in a final climax. Gordon quickly pulled out, and before Alice could react, he dressed and left the room.

Alice looked up at Melanie slowly.

"What do you want?" she sobbed.

"That was fun, huh?" Melanie said.

"What do you want from me?!" Alice screamed.

"I want you to calm down and behave yourself," the teen answered calmly. "And then we can talk about what you're going to do for me. Why don't you get dressed?"

Melanie sat down in Alice's chair as the older blonde slowly pulled her clothes back on. Finally, Alice took a seat in one of the student desks.

"So how much is this going to cost?" Alice said mournfully.

"Ali, I don't want your money," Melanie said. "My parents have more money than they know what to do with. And they already give me more than you probably make. No, what I need is a new faculty advisor."

"I'm sorry?" Alice asked.

"A new faculty advisor for the JayVee cheerleaders," Melanie said. "Mrs. Poston had to give it up, so we don't have an advisor. And without an advisor, we can't challenge the varsity for the right to cheer at football games this fall."

"Melanie, I don't know anything about cheerleading," Alice said.

"That's hard to believe," Melanie said. "With a rack like that?"

Alice blushed.

"All right, I'll be your faculty advisor," Alice agreed hurriedly.

"Good," Melanie said. "Our first meeting is on Friday night at my house. I'm sure you can find the address from the principal's office when you sign up for the advisor. See ya Friday, teach."

Melanie disappeared as quickly as she'd appeared, leaving Alice still on the floor. Standing up, Alice pulled up her panties and hose, replaced her bra, and finally pulled on the sweater she'd so carefully picked out that morning.

During a free period the next day, Alice went to the principal's office to express her willingness to serve as faculty advisor for the junior varsity cheerleaders.

"Are you sure?" asked Mr. Robinson. "That group looks like quite a handful this year. I've heard they're even thinking of mounting a serious challenge to the varsity girls for the right to cheer at the football games this fall."

"Actually, I think that's right," Alice said, "although I'm not really sure what's involved."

"Basically, the football players get to select whose going to cheer for them," Mr. Robinson said, "but the jayvee girls usually can't give the varsity girls a lot of competition."

"Well, some of the girls are pretty excited about it," Alice lied, "but we're going to have a meeting this Friday, so I'm sure we'll straighten it out then."

Mr. Robinson directed Alice to his assistant, where she received a packet of materials on extracurricular activities. Alice was delighted to find that a $1,000 additional stipend was available for each semester of extracurricular supervision.

The next day and Friday, Alice taught her tenth grade art class as though nothing had changed, although she found herself unable to look Melanie Lyons in the eye. After class on Friday, though, Melanie lingered to speak to her teacher alone.

"I got the frame for my picture," she said cheerfully as the other students were still filing out of the classroom.

"Very nice, Melanie," Alice smiled, looking at the simple frame.

Melanie lowered her voice.

"My house," she said simply. "Seven o'clock."

"I understand," Alice acknowledged between tight lips.

"Wear that blouse you wore last Friday," Melanie said, looking directly into Alice's eyes.

"I will wear whatever I --" Alice began.

"You remember," Melanie interrupted. "The one you were wearing for Gordon last week. The day he was sick."

Alice blinked.

"I remember," she said softly.

"And that nice little skirt you were wearing on Monday," Melanie continued. "And the same panties. No stockings. See you at seven."

Melanie whirled around and left the room, giving Alice no time to answer her.

Alice dutifully rang the doorbell to Melanie's house — mansion was a more accurate description — at two minutes past seven on Friday night, dressed just as she'd been instructed... A beautiful brunette answered the door, dressed in a skintight cheerleader outfit that Alice had never seen before.

"You must be Miss Lindley," she said. "I'm Christy."

"Nice to meet you, Christy," Alice said, deciding not to insist on the "Ms." title she was usually so picky about.

"We're just trying on our new uniforms," Christy said. "Come on in."

"They seem a little, er, brief," Alice said.

"That's the idea," Christy laughed, leading Alice into a living room occupied by eleven other girls in various stages of dress.

"Hi, Ali," Melanie said as she tucked her exposed right breast into her a cheerleading top that barely covered the expanse of flesh. "It's going to be so great to have you as our advisor this year. I won't bother to introduce everyone. You'll pick up the names pretty quick. We just need to finish trying these on, and then we'll get started."

Alice sat down on a couch and watched as the girls finished dressing. Finally, when they were all wearing their uniforms, Melanie announced that the meeting would take place in the downstairs rec room.

On the way down, Alice found Melanie walking right beside her.

"I'd like to meet your parents, Melanie," said the teacher.

"Yeah, right," snorted Melanie. "Like we'd have this meeting here if my parents were around. No, 'fraid they're out of town, Ali."