Blacmailed Teacher

Mrs. Bett Castellanos, a very attractive 38 year old widow, stood at the chalkboard, her short skirt showing off her tanned athletic legs, as she explained the complex web of historical events that had shaped the modern world. Her voice filled the small class room housing her second semester sophomore history class. She was in her second year teaching history at this small elite university located in the upscale New England countryside. She had made a home for herself and her 19 year old daughter in a quaint village nearby after her husband had died in a tragic accident a few years ago. Her daughter was a freshman at this same university and doing quiet well.

Since her husband's death she has had only sporadic contact with the opposite sex. The few men she has gone out with were less than satisfactory, leaving her somewhat sex deprived, in other words, horny. The one thing that seemed to turn her on was when she could unobtrusively expose herself to her students by wearing semi revealing clothing, such as short skirts with a brief thong, occasionally no panties, perhaps a clingy blouse with no bra and a few too many buttons undone. She knew she was attractive and loved to make eye contact with students as they tried to get a peak up her skirt as she sat on her desk with her legs loosely crossed.

She paused, looking over the sea of young faces, some nodding in understanding, others scribbling notes with furrowed brows. A faint scent of chalk dust hung in the air, mingling with the faint smell of rain from outside. She turned and sat on her desk as she continued her lecture, loosely crossing her legs, being careful to allow the class a clear view up her skirt. She knew several of the students were getting a view of the sexy red thong she had put on this morning. The window panes were slightly foggy, not just from the dreary weather that had settled over the town that day. Bett loved to tease her students this way, especially the young men. However she knew several of the young ladies liked her exhibitionist tendencies as well. Little did she know just how far her teasing would go on this day.

The soft ring of her cell phone could be heard over the calm atmosphere, and she turned to it with a flicker of annoyance. It was rare for her to get calls during class hours, and she knew it had to be something important. She excused herself with an apologetic smile to her students and answered the call.

"Mrs. Castellanos," a cold, unfamiliar male voice spoke, "you have until the end of this class period to follow the instructions I'm about to give you, or your daughter, Isabella, will not make it home." Her heart plummeted, the words echoing in her ears like a terrible, twisted joke. The voice grew sharper, "Don't call the police. Don't tell anyone. Do exactly as you're told, and she'll be fine."

"What, who is this?" she whispered. "Is this a joke? How do I know you have my daughter?"

"Just listen", the voice said. Then she heard her daughter's frightened voice in the background, asking someone to "Please don't hurt me", then a scream.

Her hands trembled as she clutched the phone, the room around her seemingly shrinking as she realized her daughter could really be in trouble. Then she was shocked as the voice on the phone instructed her to stand in front of her class and remove her skirt and blouse, leaving her in nothing but her bra and the brief thong she had just coyly displayed to the class. Then, she was to masturbate until she reached climax. The voice told her that she had to reach climax, they would know if she didn't. The thought of such an act, in front of her students, was horrifying but in the back of her mind she felt the shiver of arrousal. She knew that this probably would mean the end of her teaching career, but she couldn't risk her daughter's life. The voice grew softer, "Remember, it's only a little show. If you want to see her again, do it. You know you want to." The caller hung up. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes as she steeled herself to do as he instructed.

The room grew hazy, and she felt a strange mix of fear and arousal blossom within her. It was as if a forbidden door had been unlocked, and the thrill of crossing such a line was intoxicating. She looked at her students, their eyes wide and expectant, placed the phone on the desk and stood. She took a shaky step forward. The anticipation grew palpable, a thick, electric tension that seemed to make the air heavy. Her legs felt like jelly as she reached for the hem of her skirt, but she found her hand sliding under it almost of its own accord. The fabric whispered against her thighs as she lifted it, revealing the black lace of her thong.

Her hand hovered there for a moment, and she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to do. She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. She leaned against the chalkboard for support, its coolness against her bare skin sending a shiver down her spine. She slid her fingers into the waistband of her skirt, feeling the warmth and dampness between her legs. The sound of her zipper echoed in the quiet classroom like a gunshot, and she stepped out of her skirt, leaving it pooled at her feet. She was surprised at how aroused she was, a definite tingling between her legs.

Her eyes swept over her students, who had frozen in their seats, a mix of shock and fascination etched on their faces. She felt a strange thrill at the power she had over them, knowing that they were about to see something they never expected to see in a classroom. The room was so still she could hear the rustle of their clothes as several of the girls put their hands under their skirts or over their crotch. Several boys had their cocks out and were stroking themselves, she could hear the faint sound of their breathing. She made eye contact with a few of them, their eyes wide, eagerly watching their sexy teacher degrade herself, and while she knew most were avidly enjoying it, a few seemed to be torn between looking away and watching the spectacle unfolding before them.

Bett spread her legs apart, and it wasn't the coldness of the chalkboard against her skin making her shiver. She reached down, her trembling hand sliding over the soft fabric of her thong. She took a deep breath and slid her fingers over her vaginal mound, surprised at how wet the cloth of her thong was. She stroked a finger over the slit between the lips of her vagina, no not vagina, her cunt. Wantonly she pressed the fabric between the lips and rubbed up and down sending contractions from her hips and over her abdomen as she humped her finger. Then she moved her hand under the lace, touching the warm, wet flesh beneath. A gasp escaped her lips, and she felt a flush creep up her neck as she realized she was actually doing this. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being a total slut with her entire class watching her finger herself. Her other hand found its way to her chest, cupping her breast firmly, her thumb brushing against her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Removing her hands from between her legs and her chest, she arched her back as she unfastened the bra and let it fall to the floor. Her right hand immediately returned to her cunt while her left pinched her right nipple.

In the classroom, several boys strokes were becoming more erratic as they watched their teacher's transformation from an authority figure to a sexual object. The room was thick with the smell of arousal, and she could hear the faint sounds of their hushed gasps and the slick sounds of their palms moving over their shafts. Bett watched as several girls actively fingered themselves causing wet sucking sounds as they forced more and more of their hands into their cunts. It was a cacophony of desire that made her stomach clench, but she couldn't look away from their faces as they watched her. Each one of their expressions was a silent plea for her to continue, as they all were captivated by their own desires. Suzie, one of the girls obviously turned on by the spectacle before her, turned to Robert, her seatmate who was stroking an impressive erection. She pushed his hand aside and engulfed his cock with her mouth, immediately deep throating him. Watching this display by her students inflamed the now sex crazed teacher even more. She closed her eyes again as she felt an orgasm building deep within her. What she was doing was so wicked and depraved the thought of it intensified the flow of juice that flowed out of her, dripping to the floor.

It was in that moment of vulnerability that a bold student, a girl named Emily, stood from her seat and approached Bett. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fascination and lust, her cheeks flushed, and her own hands were trembling. The room watched, transfixed, as Emily took those last few steps and reached for her teacher. Betts' heart raced, unsure of what to expect, but she remained frozen in place, her own hand still buried in her thong.

Emily's lips met hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. It was a gesture that was as much a declaration of her own fearlessness as it was a recognition of mutual lust. Bett was surprised by the softness of the girl's mouth, the warmth of her breath, and the urgency behind it. She felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her body, and her hand between her legs began to move more urgently. The kiss grew more intense, their tongues dancing together as if fighting to conquer each other's fear.

Breaking the kiss, Emily dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Mrs. Castellanos's. The room held its collective breath as she reached for the lace of her teacher's thong, her fingers deftly sliding them aside to reveal the glistening wetness beneath. Mrs. Castellanos felt a rush of heat and a strange sense of relief at this unanticipated turn of events. The touch of Emily's mouth was like a gentle caress, her tongue tentatively exploring the sensitive flesh, and the sound of her sucking and licking filled the room, sending waves of pleasure through her. Emily slid her hands under the edges of her teacher's thong and pulled it down as the mature woman stepped out of them, now totally nude before her students. Emily returned her attention to the neatly trimmed vagina now exposed for all to see. She kissed and licked as Bett slowly sank to the floor, careful to spread her legs even more to allow Emily free access.

The girl moved her mouth to gently cover her teacher's glistening mound. Bett's hand found Emily's head, her fingers tangling in the girl's soft hair as she guided her closer to her sex. Emily took the cue, her movements becoming more confident, her mouth eagerly devouring Mrs. Castellanos's clit as if it were the sweetest fruit she had ever tasted. Bett moaned, the sound bouncing off the walls and sending shivers down the spines of the watching students as she wantenly humped her student's mouth. They stared, wide-eyed, at the erotic scene playing out before them, their own desires mirrored in their faces.

Bett lay on her back as Emily bunched her skirt high around her waist as she moved to straddle her teacher's head, her mouth never leaving the source of that deliciously creamy fluid. Bett looked up to see her student's bare pussy as she lowered herself over her teacher's mouth. She extended her tongue and licked the wetness from the bare slit that was offered to her. Now in the classic 69 position both women writhed on the floor in front of the teacher's desk as they both experienced climax after climax.

Just as the bell rang, ending the period, Mrs. Castellanos and Emily both reached final earth shattering climaxes. The class erupted in confusion as realization of what had just happened dawned on the students. Emily and her teacher lay on the floor of the classroom and, as students quickly left, heard several of them comment: "That was soooo hot!" "Can you believe this?" "I've never cum so hard in my life!"

Mrs. Castellanos finally stood and helped Emily up. "I'm so sorry, Emily. I don't know what came over me. But I had to do what I did. They have my daughter. I really don't think I had a choice. But, God, I really can't believe how turned on I still am."

Emily just smiled and said, "I know. But you should check with your daughter. I think you will find that she is fine. You've been scammed and I, for one, loved it. And I think most of the class did too. I know you liked what we did as much as I did so -- lets keep in touch." With that Emily stood, kissed her teacher on the lips one last time, and walked out of the classroom. Mrs. Castellanos watched her walk away, her tight ass swaying under her skirt generating an unanticipated thrill as she remembered what they had just done, but knowing her days as a teacher were over. Even with the knowledge of the disastrous consequences to to come she could not help but look forward to "keeping in touch" with Emily.