Shannons School Problem Pt 01

Shannon Lowens was feeling good. She was the star forward on the girl's senior basketball team, Coach Atkins had stayed behind and rebounded balls for her, keeping track of her percentage of makes. His 19 year old forward was the best player on his team, and he wanted to help keep her skills sharp. He had been hired a year ago, when Shannon was an 18 year old up and coming player.

Shannon found that she was attracted to the young good looking coach. She hid it well, but she enjoyed watching him run. She couldn't tell that he treated her any differently than the other girls, and so she didn't realize that her coach had been fantasizing about since he had been hired.

Shannon sank her last free throw and smiled as she walked to Coach Atkins.

"That's 75%, Shannon. You're really improving. Setting down into your shot and using your legs has really paid off."

"Yeah, Coach. Thanks for helping me with that."

As they turned towards the office and Locker Room, Coach Atkins put his hand on the small of her back as he verbally discussed free throw shooting technique. However, both of them were equally aware of the large warm hand gently pressed against the back of her jersey.

Just before they separated into separate hallways, Shannon said "Thanks, Coach! You don't know how much I appreciate the extra time you've given me. I-I owe you in a big way."

She flushed, thinking she sounded foolish. She failed to notice Coach Atkins's prick throb once between his legs. He was fantasizing about how he'd like to collect on that debt she thought she owed him.

He couldn't resist quietly saying "Oh Shannon, don't worry about it. I'm sure we'll figure some way for you to pay me back!"

Visions of a naked Shannon writhing and moaning, her sexy 19-year-old teen body under his as he boned her, pumping his prick in and out until he flooded her tight teen cunt with hot spunk filled his head as he continued to smile benignly at the gorgeous girl.

At her gym locker, she saw a note tucked in.

Miss Lowens,

I need you to please stop by my office after practice. I need to talk to you about something that has come up, and it can't wait until tomorrow.

Mr. Hannan, Vice Principal.

Knowing that she had not done anything wrong, she wasn't overly concerned, probably just some admin stuff that she needed to check out. Quickly, she pulled her sweaty jersey off and then pushed her shorts down her legs. She sat down in her sports bra and panties and took off her shoes, peeling her socks off as well. She stood up and reaching behind herself, slipped the catch of her bra, causing the elastic to snap forward. She let the bra fall from her breasts to the floor.

Shannon paused and looked in the floor-length mirror. She had been careful with her diet and her exercise, and she knew that compared to the other girls, she had a fabulous body. But almost immediately, her nipples began to crinkle and she felt them harden. It must be the air conditioning again, she thought.

She pushed her panties down, smiling at the sight of her well-trimmed bush, and walked naked to the shower room, the glorious sight of the rounded bubble butt of her ass cheeks wasted on the empty room.

She showered, taking time to enjoy the feeling of soaping herself thoroughly. Since last summer, Shannon had been spending more and more time as she showered washing her breasts. She couldn't deny that softly pinching her soap-covered nipples was pleasurable. And she oftentimes simply ran the edge of the bar of soap up and down her swollen, throbbing pussy lips for much longer than was necessary to ensure cleanliness.

This time, she wanted to take it further. She fantasized that the Coach was in the shower with her. Her hands became his hands, her fantasy had his hands lathering slippery soap all over her body. She let out soft coos of pleasure as she felt the churning in her loins. The drumming of the water lulled her along. There were no others there, and she let her fantasy run.

Shannon's fingers grazed her belly in a sensuous caress. Running her hands in circles, she could feel her nipples standing out hard and erect, the areolae reddened and needing her touch. She reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts, fingers stroking and tweaking her hard aching nipples, sending pulses of pleasure racing to her hot center. Her head lolled back and her breaths grew deeper.

She imagined Coach Atkins, hard and erect, pulling her back towards him. Her hands were his hands, stroking and caressing her, making sure she was fully ready, turning her on before he would lift her up, and ram his hard, aching cock up her cunt from behind.

This set Shannon on fire with lust, her hands were roaming wildly over her body as she imagined her coach fucking her in the shower. One hand caressed her breasts, stroking and tweaking her throbbing tits, while the other ran over her thighs, hips and belly. She caressed hips and buttocks, down the crease between her cheeks, fingering and rubbing the skin between her asshole and her pussy, stroking her tightly puckered rosette, feeling it twitching with desire. The tip of her finger teased insistently at the tight pucker, she could feel the pressure build, her body was virtually throbbing.

Her fantasy had the Coach's cock swelling with the pressure of his imminent explosion, and her hands went to her pubic region, and her fingers went wild, she slipped two fingers up her soaking cleft while her other hand strummed at her clit. She was almost there, she was on the verge of an orgasmic explosion.

Her fantasy had the Coach grunting and growling and as her fantasy had his cock erupting, pumping a full load into her, her body responded, a huge wave of orgasmic pleasure grabbed her, shaking her like a leaf in a storm as she rode out the fantasy.

She finally pulled herself back together, quickly rinsed off, dried and dressed, she headed for the Vice Principal's office.

She knocked softly on Mr. Hannan's door.

"Come in, please!" she heard Mr. Hannan say.

Shannon entered his office, which was quite nicely decorated.

"Hi Mr. Hannan" she said smiling brightly. "I got your note. Do you still need to see me?"

Mr. Hannan looked at her, pausing briefly before smiling warmly at her.

"Yes, Shannon. Please sit down, and thanks for stopping by."

Shannon dropped her bags and sat in the chair that was in front of Mr. Hannan's desk. It as very comfortable, but she sat upright, her knees together, her hands folded and resting in her lap. She was conscious of his authority.

"Shannon, I'm sorry to bother you with this, but a report came in from one of my student sources whom is generally reliable. He said that there was a rumor that you had been selling drugs to some of the basketball girls and football players," he said in a pleasant voice.

"W-WHAT?" Shannon cried out.

Mr. Hannan put his hands up and smiling said "Oh don't worry, Shannon. I know what kind of student you are. I know you would never do anything like that!"

Shannon's heart was still pounding. Why, of all the nerve!

Angrily, she said "Who has been saying that about me, Mr. Hannan? That's...That's such a damn lie!"

"I know, I know, Shannon. Like I said, I don't believe it. But I need to do a perfunctory investigation that I can put in my log indicating that I took the rumor seriously and checked it out and found that there was no basis for it. So, please don't worry, OK?"

He was so friendly and charming that Shannon relaxed. She was still pissed off. Imagine the NERVE of whoever said that about her.

"The information I received was that you had a jar with packets of cocaine which you were selling to the students and that you kept it in your locker. So, with your permission, we'll go check your locker and I can close my investigation. Would that be all right with you?"

Shannon replied, "Of course, let's put this evil lie to rest. You can check my locker. I have nothing to hide."

Mr. Hannan said "Great Shannon. Let's go do that and then I'll be able to sign that I'd checked it out."

Together the older man and the beautiful young girl walked the halls to get to Shannon's locker. Mr. Hannan chatted pleasantly, relaxing Shannon and she was soon laughing with him over some of the antics of her fellow students.

When they got to Shannon's locker, Mr. Hannan said "OK Shannon, if you'll open your locker I'll just take a quick look."

Shannon spun the combination and lifted up on the handle, opening the locker. She stepped back, giving Mr. Hannan access.

He was smiling as he said "My what a neat and orderly locker you have."

"OK, looks fine up top." He peered inside the bottom part and began to close the door, but then stopped. He bent down, moving some books aside, and then stood up, his face completely without expression. In his hand was a plastic jug with small wrapped packets of white powder.

Shannon was frozen. For ten seconds she looked at the jar, her mouth open and her mind numb.

"MR. HANNAN! That isn't MINE!"

Mr. Hannan looked at her sadly. "Shannon, I-I don't know what to say. I'm stunned."

He stood there for another few seconds and then, shutting the door but keeping the jar, he said "Let's go back to my office."

Shannon was numb. "That is NOT my jar, Mr. Hannan. Someone planted it there! I do NOT have anything to do with drugs!"

She began babbling, fear clutching her heart as a mute Mr. Hannan led the way back to her office. Finally, she stopped talking at they arrived at his office. Sitting heavily in the chair, she stared at the floor. What was going on?

Mr. Hannan sighed heavily and then looked at the attractive girl before him. "Shannon, I'm truly sorry. I need to tell you what will happen next. First, I have to call the police. They will send an officer who will come out and collect the evidence. He will probably want to go through your locker, too. You'll be taken to the local police station. It's kind of late, so I don't know if your parents will be able to come up with bond money, so you might have to spend the night in jail. I'll call them in a few minutes and tell them that I found drugs in your locker and have them meet you at the police station."

Shannon couldn't even speak. Her body tingled and she felt nauseous. This couldn't be happening to her.

Looking at Mr. Hannan, she said "Mr. Hannan, I SWEAR that this is not my stuff."

Mr. Hannan looked at her, smiling sadly. "Well Shannon, I admit that it is difficult to believe. You've always been one of our very best students. And I have enjoyed having you here at our school. But I'm afraid that there is almost nothing I can do. If I don't report this, then I become liable, and I could lose my job...or worse. Do you see that?"

Shannon nodded her head, her mind scrambling for a way out of this.

"But Mr. Hannan, this isn't right. I really didn't do this. You've GOT to believe me!" she whimpered on the verge of tears.

He nodded. "Well actually, I DO want to believe you, Shannon. And if there was any way that I could not call the police, I would. But this is my job, you see. And I'm not sure if I could be persuaded to keep this between us!"

His words were calculated, and Shannon unwittingly rose to the bait.

"Oh Mr. Hannan, if you believe me, then...then give me a chance. Please! You know me, you know I didn't do this. Please don't call the police or my parents. Can't we try to find what happened first?"

She failed to see the gleam of exultation in Mr. Hannan's eyes.

He ran his hand through his hair, apparently thinking. "Well...I'm not very comfortable with this, Shannon. I mean, I do want to help you. I-I can't give you an answer right away, but this is what I will do. I will think about ways around this dilemma for the next three hours. And then we'll get together and I'll let you know what I've decided!"

Shannon felt a physical wave of relief wash over her. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, and said "Oh Mr. Hannan Thank you!"

"Now if I do this, Shannon, you understand it's only a short reprieve. I will probably decide to call the authorities. However, for your sake, I'll think about it. It's 6 PM now. At 9 PM, we need to meet, but not here at the school. It has to be private. Do you know the old Limrish farmhouse on the West side of town? There is a barn behind the house. Meet me there at 9 PM. And if you are late, I will immediately call the police. Is that clear, young lady?"

"Y-Yes sir!" Shannon said. She stood up on shaky legs. "I'll see you at 9:00!" she softly said.

But she froze when his voice said "Not so fast, Shannon. I can't let you leave here yet. You see, drugs were found in your locker, and if it is discovered that I allowed you to leave this office with drugs on your person, I'm criminally liable."

Chastised, Shannon merely said "Oh" and then stood there, not sure what to do.

Mr. Hannan became all business. "First please put your school bag and your gym bag on the desk so I can search them."

Shannon put her bags on Mr. Hannan's desk.

"OK, please stand over by the couch while I search your things. Thanks!"

He was being very formal and she felt like a criminal as she walked over to stand by the couch. She crossed her arms, and was chewing on a fingernail, worry evident on her face. He started with her book bag, emptying the contents on his desk. He carefully examined everything in her bag, opening the books and flipping pages. He was extremely thorough, she noticed. He checked the lining of her bag, turning it inside out. Then he put everything back in her bag and set it against the wall by his desk.

Taking her Gym bag, she dumped it on her desk. Shannon blushed from embarrassment as her dirty workout clothes lay on his desk. Mr. Hannan first checked her Gym bag, the lining, and the handles. He set it aside and then picked up her towel. He examined her basketball shoes, again very thoroughly, and then put them in the bag. He picked up Shannon's gym shorts. He took his time turning them inside out, holding them up and closely looking at the waistband. At one point he was looking at the crotch area, and Shannon felt a shiver.

He did the same with her jersey. Then only her bra and panties were remaining. He picked up her bra and carefully felt all over the cups and the straps. When he picked up her panties, he held them up, unfolded. Shannon looked away. This was so embarrassing!! Again, he took what seemed a very long amount of time examining every part of her panties.

Mr. Hannan put her bra and panties back into her gym bag. He picked it up and set it by her book bag.

Sighing loudly, he said "That takes care of your bags. Shannon, I'm afraid that there is no other way around this next part. I'm very sorry but I can't let you leave this office unless I'm sure that you don't have any drugs concealed in your clothes...or inside your body!"

Shannon was shocked. Was he suggesting what it sounded like he was suggesting?

"So I need you to take off all of your clothes and put them on my desk," he said, looking at her almost sorrowfully.

If the lovely naive girl could have seen in his mind, she would have seen the immense lust he had to see and touch her naked body.

"B-But Mr. Hannan...I mean...I can't do THAT! It's...it's against school rules!" she whimpered, scared and upset.

"So is dealing DRUGS, Shannon!" he said quickly and harshly. "Look, maybe this is a bad Idea. I should just call the police and let them handle it. I'm sure your parents will understand."

Mr. Hannan sat down in his chair and reached for the phone.

"No! No...wait Mr. Hannan!" Shannon said, her brain trying to figure a way out of this mess. "Just...give me a minute," she said as she looked at the floor.

"Look Shannon, I'm getting more uncomfortable with this. I really should call the police. I don't' have time to waste. Either you take off your clothes and put them on my desk, or I'm calling. It's your choice!"

Mr. Hannan sounded angry now, and Shannon knew that she had no more options. She looked at him, her eyes beginning to glisten with unshed tears. Softly Shannon whispered "OK, Mr. Hannan. I-I'll do what you say."

The educator simply looked at her without expression. Shannon slipped her sandals off her feet and walked over, putting them on his desk. Turning her back, she crossed her arms, taking the bottom of her midriff and lifting it over her head. She turned back around, a flush on her upper chest from the embarrassment of being in front of Mr. Hannan in her bra as she put the tee shirt on his desk

She glanced at him quickly and saw that his eyes were on the deep cleavage between her bra. He was staring at her BOOBS! Shannon could feel her nipples hardening and getting longer. She didn't remember them being so hard. She sobbed once as she realized that Mr. Hannan could see the aroused state of her nipples.

His expression left no room for negotiation and turning again, Shannon pushed her gym shorts down off her hips. It was then she remembered that her panties were thong. Just wanting to get it over with, Shannon continued pushing her shorts down her legs, knowing that she was giving Mr. Hannan a perfect view of her bottom with her white thong covering just the dark split between her tightly clenched bottom cheeks.

It was SOOO humiliating to the young girl. She couldn't believe she had to do this. She turned and tossed her shorts on his desk, one hand stretched across her boobs and the other between her legs like a fig tree to cover her panties.

Mr. Hannan didn't miss a beat. "All of your clothes Shannon. I need your bra and panties, please!"

Knowing she had no choice, Shannon turned. Mr. Hannan watched her hands fumbling with her bra catch and then her back was naked as she caught her bra in front.

Not turning around, Shannon backed up to the desk and reaching behind her, deposited her bra on his desk. Then, not giving herself a chance to think about it, Shannon pushed her panties down her hips and legs.

Mr. Hannan's prick was rock hard as he watched the naked body of the 19-year-old Shannon being exposed to his gaze. Damn, she was even sweeter than he thought! Her legs were so long and slightly muscular. He loved seeing the crevice of her anal split, and as she pushed her panties off her feet, she caught a brief glimpse of the well-trimmed muff between her legs. He also noticed how beautiful her breasts were when she bent over. Shannon kept her back to Mr. Hannan, trying to move behind the chair.

"No Shannon, please stay where I can see you. I don't want you to hide from my view. You could be removing or hiding something. Please turn around so I can see your hands, and keep them away from your body, please."

He was enjoying having domination over what promised to be the most exciting piece of ass he'd had in years.

Shannon was softly crying. She hung her head and without comment turned around, putting her hands and putting them to her side, her fists clenched as she offered her body to him to view.

Mr. Hannan sat immobile; only a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead to indicate what was going on inside him. She was the most gorgeous female he had ever seen! She made the foldout centerfolds from Hustler look like Ugly ducklings.

Her eyes were closed, but her hair framed her adorable face with her thick Angelina Jolie kind of lips, just made for kissing or being wrapped around a man's prick. Her tits were perfect! They were entirely symmetrical, her nipples were a dark rose color, set high on her tits, and seemed to be over an inch long. Her hips were perfect as well, and he savored the view of her sparse, trimmed bush between her beautiful thighs.

Mr. Hannan made a pretext out of examining the clothes on her desk, but his mind was already on the next step of his plans for this spectacular girl.

"Shannon, we're almost done. I need to inspect your body...and your body cavities for drugs. I noticed you had some lotion in your bag. Might I use some of it...I think it will help the process go more smoothly."