'Amy, I have discussed your potential with the other members of the PE department and heads of department; and we are holding a meeting on Wednesday the 15th after college (4:00pm) in the staff room. You are required to attend this meeting and should arrive exactly how you did in my private meeting with you last week, ie. Wearing your cheerleader uniform. The meeting will be very much the same routine as last time and purely private and confidential. If you have any reason not to want to show your willingness and enthusiasm about being head cheerleader during this meeting, please do not attend and we will find another suitable candidate.
Mr. P. Brompton.'
Amy felt a tingle run through her whole body as she read the college email, it was Wednesday tomorrow. Does he mean that she should not be wearing underwear again? Would she have to perform the sexual acts she was required to do at their previous meeting? Surely not, but she would do anything to keep her position as head cheerleader.
When Wednesday came around Amy decided it was best not to wear underwear and arrived outside the staffroom door dot on 4 o'clock. She knocked twice with no response, although she could hear people's voices inside.
Suddenly Mr Brompton came up behind her,
"Amy! Right on time, follow me."
He ushered her into the room where 6 other males were sat along a line of sofas. Four of these were teachers from the college, the other 2 she did not know. She was told to stand at the front while Mr Brompton sat down with the rest, who were now all looking at her in her uniform.
"Amy. This is a private meeting and none of the matters expressed in it are to be taken outside of the meeting by anyone, do you understand?"
"Er…yeah…I guess."
"Right, as you know, this is Mr Wells, Mr Peters, Mr Blake and Mr Geoffries," her audience smiled at her as Mr Brompton continued, "Now, for good measure I have decided to allow two other men here today to give a fair opinion of your potential; this is Mr Hardy and Mr Fellows."
Amy looked over the men, all old and not particularly attractive. Mr Brompton began to speak again,
"You've already proved yourself to me, however, we need to decide as a group whether you deserve the position. If you perform how you did last week I see no reason why we should keep from you the position you deserve… Now, you know the procedure so take off your top and bra and stand in front of Mr Wells."
Mr Wells was the first in line on the sofa and probably would just prod her breasts and inspect them like Mr Brompton had previously done.
Reminding herself that no one would ever know that she had let 7 old teachers inspect her breasts and probably the rest of her body, she decided to try and get it over with as quickly as possible and hastily took off her top and bra, revealing her young pert breasts to the audience as she stood less than a metre from Mr Wells.
A grin spread across the face of each man in the room at the view of the hot topless cheerleader before them and as expected, Mr Wells sat forward and looked over her breasts before cupping them in his hands. After a short groping he nodded in agreement,
"Fine…now Mr Peters."
Amy moved along the sofa and now stood before Mr Peters. He was the oldest of the group and the most anxious, quickly grabbing her breasts with his rough hands, daring to tweak her nipples and delighted by the fact that he had made them become erect.
Amy blushed, beginning to feel a little slutty but content from the fact that no one would know that she had let 7 old men touch her up just so she could keep her position as head cheerleader.
The rest of the group, including Mr Brompton as a refresher – as if he had forgotten what they feel like – all had a grope of her breasts and she once again stood in front of the group of teachers.
"The group seem to come to the same conclusion that you have a very fine upper body, Amy. Now, we require you to bend over and touch your toes, making sure you have good posture with your bum pointed high in the air." Mr Brompton stated firmly.
It flashed through Amy's mind again that she was wearing no panties; however, the fact that this secret act would keep her place as head cheerleader was far more appealing. She leaned over in front of the men and pushed her bum high into the air, causing her skirt to lift slightly and presenting her cute ass to them.
Mr Peters stood up and walked over to Amy, quickly followed by the rest of the group.
She was soon surrounded by the seven men who were looking over her fine assets. Mr Peters, eager as ever took prime position behind her and began rubbing her bum and thighs through her short skirt, prompting the other men to begin feeling up her dangling breasts and other assets.
The man introduced as Mr Hardy was closest to her head and kept nudging his crotch onto her face purposely as she swayed from the other men feeling her up. She could feel his hard cock through his pants and knew exactly what was coming next.
Surely enough, Mr Hardy undid his own trousers and presented his large cock, pressing it against her face, taking in the sensation as he wiped it around her soft, young skin. Amy kept still with her mouth closed, she knew she would have to suck him off but was trying to avoid the situation for as long as possible – his dick was too big to even contemplate putting in her small mouth.
Meanwhile, one of the other teachers plucked up the courage to pull her skirt over her lower back and hands were now freely massaging her naked butt and tracing the crack of her arse cheeks. Amy felt a tingling in her pussy, even though all 7 men touching her up were old teachers, her pussy was moistening rapidly.
Mr Hardy now had hold of her head and pushed her closed lips against his dick. Knowing the inevitable, she opened as wide as she could and began sucking the end of his hard meat, causing a groan to escape his lips. Now she had started, she wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, sucking and slurping her teacher's dick and swirling her tongue around the head.
Mr Wells took her hand from her side and placed it on his covered package, helping her as she instinctively began to undo the button and zipper of his trousers. The sooner she made them cum, the sooner she could get out of this situation.
Amy couldn't help squirming as fingers teased her arsehole and began probing her wet slit as she held onto Mr Wells' hard cock and sucked Mr Hardy, whose meat slipped further and further into her mouth each time she moved.
Hands were all over her hot young body, roaming every crack and crevice, cupping every mound and poking every hole. Soon enough her other hand was filled with a hard cock and Mr Peters began nudging his meat into her soaked pussy.
