"So how long do I have to be in exile?" Chelsea asks her mom, as they drive down I-95 towards her grandfather's farm.
"You are not in exile." Her mother says, exasperatedly. You are spending a few weeks on the farm to... uh..." She searches for the right word.
"Keep me away from my friends!" She exclaims. "Exiled!" Chelsea fumes, folding her arms firmly over her chest and sitting back in the bucket seat. "I don't see what the big deal is?"
"You don't?" Her mother yells. "You offered to have sex with your teacher in exchange for an 'A' and that's not a big deal?" She bristles, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turn white. "I suppose that's an everyday experience!"
Actually it is, Chelsea thinks, but decides not to tell her mother about the four other teachers, who accepted her offer. If it weren't for that asshole, calculus teacher, Mr. Linden, she'd have been an honor roll student without ever studying, she thinks, smiling to herself.
Rachel hadn't planned on having this conversation with her daughter until she got to the farm and could ask her father for advice. Sometimes she hates being a single mother of a teenage girl.
"Chelsea, we've been over this." She says, trying to calm her breathing. "Just because you're 18 doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Your therapist says these rebellious behaviors are a reaction to your father and I getting divorced. He suggested we get you out of your environment and around better male role models." She says.
Rachel thinks the therapist might have a point. Chelsea was present when Rachel caught her husband banging the Latina maid, one afternoon about a year ago. The young, brown skinned girl was riding her husband's cock and moaning in Spanish, when Rachel opened the bedroom door, with her arms full of shopping bags. Chelsea watched, as her mother threw her father out of the house and fired the maid who was still struggling to get back in her uniform.
Chelsea turns away from her mother and faces the window. She knows this has nothing to do with her parent's divorce. She's been a prick tease for as long as she's known what it was. She can't help it and neither can that idiot therapist. Nothing turns her on more than taking a guy to the ultimate edge and then walking away, leaving him to fend for himself. It's such a powerful feeling to have such complete control over another human being. Her juices flow for hours, as she masturbates, following each encounter.
A couple of months ago, she realized that her partying was interfering with her studies and she was going to flunk most of her classes. If that happened, she wouldn't graduate from high school. She'd never teased an adult before, but she quickly devised a scheme to attempt it on her most vulnerable teachers. She hadn't actually had sex with them, well not all of them. She teased them into compromising positions and then blackmailed them, starting with her English teacher, Mr. Pederson. She was amazed at how easy it was to make a grown man drool over her developing, teenage body.
As she stares out the car window, she remembers how she teased him for weeks, watching him squirm and try to hide his erection, as she managed to show off a little more of her tits and thighs every day. When the trap was ready to spring, she went into the girls' bathroom after school, removed her bra and panties and returned to his classroom.
"Mr. Pederson." Chelsea said, walking towards his desk. "I think I need more help with that essay assignment." She remembers unbuttoning her blouse, as she approached his desk.
"I'll be happy to help you, Chel..." Mr. Pederson's jaw dropped when he saw her standing there with her blouse open and her firm, young tits jutting out, inches from his face. The blood that drained from his face seemed to rush into his cock, as Chelsea cupped her right tit in her hand and offered him her taut, pink nipple.
"Mr. Pederson." She said, as her nipple brushed against his lips. He swallowed hard and just stared, as Chelsea reached for his belt.
"Is there any way you could maybe give me an 'A' on this essay." She smiled, as she unbuckled his belt. She could feel his cock pushing against the front of his pants, and she ran her fingers up and down the length of it, as she pulled his zipper down.
"Mmmmm." He moaned, as his cock sprang free and Chelsea wrapped her small hand around it.
"What do you say, Mr. Pederson?" Chelsea asked, kneeling in front of his chair. "What do I have to do to get an 'A'?" Chelsea smiled at her teacher, as she wrapped her lips around the head of his small, but swollen cock. She'd done this enough to know how to tease, without ever having to swallow any cum.
"Aaaggggggghhhhhh." Mr. Pederson, was out of control, humping his ass off his chair, trying to push more of his cock into Chelsea's mouth. She kept her hand on his shaft and sucked heartily on his cockhead. When she felt his balls constrict, she pulled her mouth from his cock and stood up.
"How do I get an 'A" Mr. Pederson?" Chelsea asked, pulling her skirt up, as she stepped forward, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy.
"Fuck me, Chelsea!" Mr. Pederson pleaded, as his eyes feasted on her protruding pussy lips. "Please fuck me."
"And you'll do what?" Chelsea asks coyly. "What's the whole deal? Tell me what to do and what you'll do in return." Chelsea says, running a finger up her moist slit and smearing her cunt juice on her teacher's lips.
"Fuck me and I'll give you an 'A'! Mr. Pederson blurts out, as her delectable taste sends electrifying signals to his hard cock.
"Why, Mr. Pederson!" Chelsea teases. "You're my teacher! That just wouldn't be right."
"Come on Chelsea!" Mr. Pederson commands, getting angry now at the girl's teasing. "Just get over here and sit on my cock and I'll give you any fucking grade you want!"
"No thank you!" Chelsea says, smoothing her skirt down and buttoning up her blouse. "I don't like being yelled at." She says dramatically, turning around and walking towards the classroom door.