Caught

Carla sat at her desk, waiting for the rest of her sophomore class to leave the room. In trouble again, she stared down at the test her history teacher had returned to her a few minutes ago. A big, red "F" jumped out at her, taunting her. She fought back tears, wishing she had studied last night like she should have. It was just so hard to resist her sexy, quarterback boyfriend, Jake. He had led their high school's team to the championship last year when he was a junior and it looked as if he would do it again this year. Colleges and universities were fighting over who could offer him the best scholarship. He was a prize catch and fucking him in the back of his Corvette last night had seemed like a much better idea than studying for a boring old history test.

Her parents would be so disappointed. She had never failed on a test before. They would accuse her of drinking or doing drugs, never suspecting that their sweet little girl had lost her virginity the night before.

"Carla, come on up here and explain to me how my best student managed to fail one of my tests," Mr. Johnson ordered, bringing her out of her reverie. She stood up and walked slowly, head down, to his desk at the front of the classroom.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson," she spoke barely above a whisper. "I didn't study like I should have. I have no excuse."

The handsome, young teacher was only in his early thirties and couldn't help but feel a stirring in his groin as he watched the beautiful, young student standing before him, looking demure, helpless. The school uniform was the stuff of fantasies, the kind of outfit you saw in sleazy porno movies. He couldn't help but fantasize about running his hands up her skirt, rubbing her sweet, young pussy through her panties, then bending her over his desk and fucking her tight little twat until she screamed.

Shifting in his chair, suddenly hard as a rock and very uncomfortable, Mr. Johnson cleared his throat.
"Miss Stevens, I'm very disappointed in you. But, up until now, you've been an excellent student. I suppose, I could let you retake the test, with some guidance, and we can tear up the other one and no one ever has to know about it."
"Really?" Carla's tear filled eyes met his gaze. "You'd do that for me? I'd do anything to not have to take home an "F" to my parents!"
"Anything?" Mr. Johnson stood up and walked around the desk. Putting one arm around the girl's shoulders, he tilted her face up with his other hand and looked deep into her eyes. "Do you mean that?"

Carla shivered. He was a good looking man, she realized suddenly. She hadn't really noticed before. The way he was looking at her, with such intensity, made her feel tingly, warm. Her breathing quickened as she understood what he was asking. How could she have not noticed the big bulge in his slacks?

Bending forward, he kissed her soft lips, gently. Hers parted as if of their own volition. "Yes, anything," she whispered. "Please."

He continued kissing her, parting her lips with his tongue. She responded, eagerly, enjoying the feel and taste of his mouth. Moaning she pushed her slender, yet still curvy, young body against him.

Mr. Johnson slid his hand up her skirt, rubbing her pussy through the thin, damp, cotton panties she wore underneath. Gasping, she moved against him, moaning softly. His mouth moved down her neck, sucking and licking, moving lower and lower until he reached her small, 34B breasts. With one hand still stroking her wet little cunt, the other pushed up her shirt and began pinching her erect nipples.

"Oh God," she gasped, "Oh don't stop!"
"Tell me to fuck you," he ordered, his voice gruff with desire.
"Oh yes, fuck me! Please fuck me!" she begged as her body shook with the orgasm caused by his roaming fingers. "Oh God, Please please please!"

"I've decided to issue an oral exam, first," Mr. Johnson knew this was a terribly cliche thing to say, but he loved the look of shock on her pretty young face when he said it.
"I...I've never...I don't know how."
"I'm a teacher, my dear. I am hear to teach you."

Nodding, Carla slowly sank to her knees in front of him. "I'll do my best, Mr. Johnson."
"I know you will, sweetheart. You're an excellent student."

Carla took his hard cock into her mouth, feeling nervous yet excited at the same time. He was thick, but she was able to fit her entire mouth around him without any trouble. Slowly, she took him in, sucking lightly as she stretched her lips as wide as she could. When his dick hit the back of her throat, he moaned.

"Fuck me with your mouth," he ordered as she hesitated, unsure of what to do next.
Carla had given Jake a handjob once and figured she could just mimic that movement with her mouth. Sliding back and forth she rammed his dick in and out of her throat. Mr. Johnson grabbed hold of her ponytail and pushed her head down hard, forcing himself deep into the back of her throat. Carla was proud to discover that she didn't have a gag reflex. She sucked harder and faster, enjoying his moans of pleasure.

Without warning, he pulled out, turned her by the ponytail until she was bent over his desk.
"You little slut, now I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he growled.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy," Carla begged, spreading her legs wide.

His thick cock stretched her more than she expected it to and she cried out.
"Shut up," he ordered.
"Oh, you're so big!" she whimpered. The initial discomfort soon wore off and she rocked back against him, pushing hard, taking him deep within her cunt. She thought about her first time with Jake the night before and how much better an older man was for fucking. Oh, he knew what he was doing, all right. She felt herself coming close to orgasm and begged him to fuck her harder, faster.
"Don't stop!"

"What the hell is going on in here?" They froze as they recognized the principal, John Mather's voice. "Carla Stevens, straighten yourself up and go directly to my office. Now! I will be there after I deal with Mr. Johnson."

Crying with shame and fear, Carla did as she was told. She sat in the office, shaking and sobbing, waiting for what felt like hours, but was, in truth, only about twenty minutes.

"Miss Stevens, I am shocked by what I saw here today. You have always been an exemplary student and I am not even sure what to say to you right now. I have fired Mr. Johnson and I will be calling your parents when we're done here. As for further disciplinary action, I don't know what would even be appropriate."
"Oh, please, sir. Please, don't call my parents. Can't you just give me detention or something? They don't need to know!" She hated herself for begging, but her parents were conservative Republicans. They would never understand. She had never felt more terrified than she was at this moment.

The principal contemplated the situation, watching the beautiful, sexy girl crying in front of him. He couldn't help but understand Mr. Johnson's attraction. Maybe he was being too hasty. Hell, he may not be quite as young and good looking as his history teacher, but he certainly wasn't fat or ugly or balding.

"Carla, dear, please don't cry. Perhaps I've been too harsh. I don't see why we couldn't come to some kind of arrangement. I certainly wouldn't want to see you get into any trouble. I probably was too hasty in firing Mr. Johnson as well. Now, come, sit here on Uncle John's lap and let's talk about it."

Carla felt a little creeped out by the principal's request, but what would be worse? She thought about how her parents would react and decided that degrading herself with a 40-something year old man would be much easier to stomach than having her daddy think of her as a little whore for the rest of her life. She took a deep breath, stood up and walked over to her principal, perching herself on his lap and forcing a girlish smile.

"What would you like me to do for you, Uncle John?" she asked in a high-pitched, young girl's voice. "I'm sorry I've been so naughty."
Mr. Mathers shifted her on his lap until his erection pressed against her sweet little ass. "Feel that, honey?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes," she murmured back. She couldn't believe she was feeling so aroused. She had never been attracted to older men before, she was confused by the myriad of feelings roiling around within her. "It feels good, Uncle John." She wondered, idly, if a lot of men had incestuous fantasies. There was something strangely thrilling about the whole thing. She hadn't realized she was such a slut, but she was finding that she liked the feeling.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Carla?"
"No, sir. I...I'm scared. Will it hurt?"
"I'll be gentle. Lie down on my desk and spread your legs for me, first."

Carla did as she was told, watching nervously as he removed her wet panties and gazed lustfully at her glistening pussy.
"You're so wet. I wonder if you taste as good as you look?" he lowered his head and gently licked her swollen clit. Carla gasped, no one had ever eaten her out before and the sensation was mind-blowing. Her breathing quickened, making her feel as if she was going to hyperventilate.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned. Her body felt as if it was on fire, the intensity of the orgasm shocking and amazing her. Yet, still, he kept going, kept licking and sucking as he inserted a finger into her tight pussy. She lifted her hips, begging him to go deeper, to lick and suck harder, her orgasms coming faster and stronger. She felt her own juices dripping down her thighs, pooling beneath her on the desk. She had never felt anything like this and she didn't want it to ever stop.

She tensed up when his finger caressed her virgin asshole.
"Relax, honey. It won't be so uncomfortable."
She took a few deep breaths and allowed him to slide his finger into her tight ass. It was wet from her pussy juices and she was surprised to discover that it didn't hurt once it was all the way in.

Relaxing back against the desk, she found that she was enjoying the combined sensation of having her clit licked while a finger probed her asshole.

"Roll over, Carla."

Mr. Mather's cock wasn't quite as thick as Mr. Johnson's had been, though it was a little bit longer. If she had to guess, she'd say about eight inches. It filled her asshole, causing her to groan, softly.
"Shhh, my dear. Relax. There you go, sweetheart."
He thrust in and out, slowly at first, allowing her to become accustomed to the feeling. When she began to respond by pushing back against him and moaning, he fucked her harder. He tried to hold on as long as he could, but his wife hadn't given him sex in months and he shot a huge load of his cum deep into her ass.

He reassured her before she headed home that he would reinstate Mr. Johnson and that she would be guaranteed all A's from now on as long as she was willing to be their own personal slut.

"Anything is better than having my parents find out that I got an F," she told herself. "Anything."