The Teacher

The Teacher's Lesson

1. The maths test

"Well, well, well," Ms Jeffers was looking at her class of seniors. "So you all think you are mathematical geniuses, don't you? Let me tell you, you aren't."

She slapped the batch of test papers on her desk and an audible groan came from her class. Damn it, why can't she just return the papers without that triumphant grin on her face, Cindy thought. Sitting in the last row she had a good view of her classmates' backs and if backs could look angry and frustrated these certainly did.

"You are just about the worst batch of mathematical losers I have ever had the misfortune to teach." Ms Jeffers look around daring her students to disagree. None did, of course. She started to distribute the papers, each accompanied by a scathing comment. "Ah, little Miss Maths-is-beneath-my-dignity here has excelled herself this time. 34%. Maybe you think writing some inane short story will give you a passing grade in all other subjects as well? F!"

She dropped the paper on Conchita's desk. The diminutive black-haired girl opened it and stared at it helplessly. What did Conchita's winning the state short story award have to do with it? Cindy was fuming. Olaf, Conchita's boyfriend, had another F, more expected this one. While Conchita had always passed Maths with Bs and Cs, Olaf had never been good at Maths, even before Ms Jeffers took over. When Cindy looked up again, she saw the teacher's eyes settle on Dale, her own boyfriend.

"And then there is our famous quarterback. How many different plays do you have in the team right now?"

"27." Whatever the circumstances Dale could never hide his pride in the school's successful football team.

"27? Wowww, that really surprises me." Ms Jeffers waited a moment. "You know, I would never have believed you could count that far. Muscles won't get you anywhere in my class. It would be brains, you would need. F!"

There were a few snickers, but most of the students bit their lips at the insult. Despite his success Dale was well-liked, Ms Jeffers certainly wasn't. By the time it was her turn Cindy was seething and just about ready to throw something. She wasn't particularly worried. She was a straight A student and Maths had always been her forte.

"Now, finally, Cindy." The teacher's eyes settled on her.  "As she certainly expected little Miss know-it-all, has the best test of the whole class. Our Maths genius has actually managed a D+."

Cindy was too shocked even to reply. While the lesson was progressing she looked through the paper. The bitch had deducted points for not writing precisely in line, for 'illegible' numbers, that were perfectly clear and belatedly Cindy realized that at least a third of the tasks had been trick questions. She fumed silently. She would not fall for that ploy again. She might not finish the course with an A, but she was confident now she knew the teacher's trick, she could manage Bs easily. A quick glance at Dale showed him sitting at his desk slumped forward. He was hoping for a football scholarship at a prestigious college. With his talent they could overlook a few Cs or even a D, but with an F in Maths he would probably not even graduate. Cindy sighed. She would help Dale get through this.

After class she nodded to Dale to join her and taking a deep breath approached Ms Jeffers.

"Excuse me, Ms Jeffers, but could you recommend some material for further study, please?"

The teacher looked up at her from her desk. "Oh? So it is not enough to have the best grade in the course? You need to show everyone else how dumb they are?"

Cindy flushed angrily, but controlled herself. "No, Ms Jeffers, it's not for me. I want to help others, tutor them. You know Dale here needs this scholarship and …"

"That is quite enough, Cindy. Don't you think I don't know how you swoon over Dale here? Do you honestly think I'll provide you with an excuse to visit him? The way you and your jock look at each other I can imagine quite easily what you will do. And it will certainly not be Maths. Now get out. I have another lesson starting soon."

2. Milkshakes and Emails

"What a dragon!" Dale squeezed his 6'4'' and 220 pounds of muscle into the narrow bench at the local Dairy Queen. He handed Cindy the milkshake he had got for her and received a peck on the cheek for his trouble. "Mmmm, can I have more of that, Cindy?" he smiled. He could.

"Cut it out, you two," Olaf grinned having given Conchita her Coke. "But you hit the nail on the head, Dale. Our dearest Ms Jeffers certainly is a dragon."

While they reviewed what had happened in the Maths lesson, they failed to notice the middle-aged man in the next booth who had perked up at the name of Ms Jeffers and who was now leaning closer trying to catch every word.

"The worst thing is, there really is nothing we can do officially. I looked through my test and partly through Dale's. She did not make any mistakes, just marked everything as harshly as you possibly can and put in all those trick questions," Cindy was still fuming.

"Yeah, I may not be quite the Maths genius you, Sweetie, but I know enough to see we can't complain to the principal. The damn thing is I need that scholarship. My parents will never be able to put me through college on their income. I'll work, of course, but I'll never make enough in a year to keep me at Notre Dame for even a month." He hesitated and looked at Cindy. "I hate to say it, but I may have to move to my Grandma's and switch schools."

Cindy nodded. They had talked about this before and much though she hated being separated from Dale she knew it might be the only solution.

"That bitch needs to be taught a lesson," she grumbled. "If I only knew how."

As they got up and left they did not see the man at the next table smile, while he jotted down some names in a small notebook.

***

Two days later Cindy found a mysterious mail in her inbox. Noticing that it originated from some remailer site, she was just about ready to dismiss it as spam and delete it unread, when something caught her eye. "How to teach dragons a lesson" . Frowning she opened the mail.

Hello Cindy (if I may call you that),

I happened to overhear a conversation of yours (for which I apologize), but it seems I may be able to help you with the problem you were discussing. I also agree with your opinion that said dragon needs to be taught a lesson, and a harsh one. As it happens I have been teaching her some lessons, but I will have to leave the state for job reasons and I have been looking for someone to take over my role for a while. So it was a happy coincidence I overheard what you said. What I propose may be seen as unethical, but I assure you, it isn't. Believe it or not said dragon quite likes being taught lessons. I'm sure you don't believe me now, but you will. She may need a little let us say friendly persuasion, but then I'm sure she will do whatever you demand quite eagerly. And I mean 'whatever'. I leave it to you to decide what you will demand. You will be wondering how to persuade her. I will furnish the means of persuasion, if you are interested. Just hit the reply button and if I get that answer, I will send everything you need. And as I can imagine you are wary of replying to some wacko, I will 'persuade' the 'lady' (to use the term very loosely indeed) to come to school tomorrow in a short black skirt and a rather thin white blouse. So wait until tomorrow to make your decision.

There was no signature. Cindy kept frowning. This was all very mysterious. But what was there to lose? She decided to wait and see.

The next morning she kept thinking about the weird mail. She debated with herself whether to tell the others, but in the end did not. No need to make a fool of herself. Dale noticed she seemed flustered but she made some excuse. He left her alone shaking his head. When the door opened and Ms Jeffers entered there was a gasp. She was wearing high heeled pumps and a skirt that ended halfway down her thighs, which made her legs look incredibly long. Her white blouse was quite conservative, but either the mysterious stranger had added a little extra or Ms Jeffers herself had, because through the thin material of the blouse the outline of a black or dark-blue bra that covered her big breasts was quite visible. For a moment everyone stared, but they were soon brought back down to earth, when Ms Jeffers started the lesson even more vitriolic than usual.

"Man, those boobs gave me a hardon," Olaf grinned on the way to the school bus, then winced when he got Conchita's elbows in the ribs. "Awww, no need to get angry, Shorty, you give me one all the time."

Conchita grinned. Cindy leaned in to Dale for a good-bye kiss.

"Can you come over to my house after football practice, big guy?" she whispered.

A wide grin spread on Dale's face. "Nothing I'd rather do. Did our dear Maths teacher turn you on, too, Sweetie?"

Cindy let him have a good one in the ribs, but he was prepared and she probably hurt her elbow more than she hurt him. They grinned at each other. On the bus back home Cindy admitted to herself that Dale had not been 100% wrong, though. She and Dale had been having sex for almost a year and they had talked about it freely. She did not grudge him his fantasies about other women and had admitted she had had such fantasies, too. They had experimented with all sorts of scenarios and had liked the wild ones best. Just thinking about the things they had done made her nipples harden. Well, there might be time that evening. Or maybe they would have other things to discuss.

3. Pictures and Plans

When Dale came by it was almost dinner time and infuriatingly Cindy's mother insisted they both have dinner with the family. Her family had taken to the big, black boy right away, which usually was a good thing, but if you wanted to discuss something in private, the family could get in your way.

Dinner finally over they went up to Cindy's room and embraced and kissed fiercely. When Dale started running his hands over her body, Cindy moaned, but freed herself and stepped back. Dale looked at her enquiringly, but when she started telling him about the mail, he was soon spellbound. Together they reread the mail.

"What do you think, Dale?" Cindy asked.

"I can't see why not," he replied slowly. "That guy, or woman for that matter, certainly has something over her. I can't see any harm in at least looking at it."

Cindy nodded. There had never been any discussion, but when Dale made a decision, that was usually it. She hit the reply button. It took less than 10 minutes for the reply to land in her mailbox. The mail took ages to download though and when they opened it, they could see why. The mail itself was short, but there were almost two dozen attachments. Leaning forward they read the mail.

So you believe me now? Good. Once you have had a look at the photos I attached I think no further explanations will be necessary. Just this: making these photos involved no coercion on my part. As I said earlier, the 'lady' quite likes what the photos show. Show them to her and she will be putty in your hands. But of course the decision is yours. Best of luck.

Dale beat Cindy to the mouse to open the first attached picture. Two sets of eyes went wide. Ms Jeffers dressed the way she had been at school that morning was kneeling in some room holding a sign in her own handwriting, that simply said "I am a dumb cunt".

"Wow," Dale breathed out slowly. "If that is the first one, what must the others be like? I can certainly see how that picture might 'persuade' her to do some things. If that found its way onto out school website… ."

Without waiting for Cindy's reply he opened the next one. This one showed the teacher in the same position, but her blouse was open, her huge breasts hanging out obscenely and the sign said: "Please fuck my udders."

Dale drew a sharp breath and Cindy quickly looked down at his crotch. A huge bulge was showing in his pants.

"Would you like to fuck them?" Cindy asked quietly.

Dale took a moment before replying. "Frankly, yes, I would. But it would be just fucking. It would have nothing to do with us, Sweetie."

Cindy looked at him sternly for a moment, then broke into an impish grin.

"Yes, it would. Cause if you got to fuck her tits, I want her to eat out my pussy."

Dale stared, than slowly reached out to her. "You fucking minx. You nearly made me come in my pants with that idea. Get down there and give me a blowjob."

Still grinning, she obeyed. "But only if you fuck me afterwards."

For the next hour the pictures were forgotten.

4. First steps

While Dale's hand rested on Cindy's breasts, her hand toyed with his spent cock. Cindy knew it would not remain like that for long. She could still taste his cum on her tongue and after the blowjob he had fucked her twice, but it seemed he never took longer than half an hour to be ready for more. But right now there were things to discuss.

"So what do we do about our dragon?" she asked.

"Take her down a few notches." Dale's voice was surprisingly venomous. "Until everyone knows she is nothing but a bitch."

"Sounds like a good plan," Cindy giggled. "Care to elaborate?"

A few minutes later they exchanged Cindy's bed for a place at the computer again and composed their first mail.

Hello bitch, you don't know me, but that shouldn't stop you from obeying. Cause you are my bitch now. And you will do whatever I say. Cause every time you don't a picture will appear somewhere in our little town. The first one will be the one attached. There are plenty of others, so go right ahead and be a bad bitch. I'm sure lots of people will be enthusiastic about the pics. But just in case you don't like having your pics spread all over town, better pay attention to your orders. The first one is pretty simple. No more bras. Let those big saddlebags of your flop around a bit. Have a nice day.

They signed it 'bitch tamer' and attached the first picture. Cindy had hardly hit the send button, when Dale's strong hands pushed her onto the bed. A second later he started fucking her from behind. She was so hot, she came twice before he shot his fourth load of the day into her.

All the next morning Cindy's pussy itched and tingled and when she sat down next to her boyfriend before the maths lesson she could see he was hard, too. Ms Jeffers was wearing slacks with a thick pullover, but every sudden move made her mounds of titflesh quiver. It was quite obvious to anyone in the class that she wasn't wearing any bra. A glance at Dale showed Cindy he was only too aware of that. He made an obscene gesture under his desk and Cindy had to fight hard to suppress a laugh.

That afternoon Dale had football practice again and then had to work a couple of hours at the local bakery to earn some pocket money. After finishing her own work, Cindy could not resist and wrote another mail to Ms Jeffers. She debated with herself for a while until an idea hit her. She started writing with a wide grin on her face.

"When will you ever learn," even without her bra Ms Jeffers was as arrogant as ever. "There are some things you just cannot do in maths and you had better remember them."

It seemed to Cindy that Ms Jeffers' voice had grown a bit uncertain towards the end of that sentence and when she turned towards the board her face seemed flushed. Then Cindy found out why.

You cunt divide by zero.    

There was a moment of disbelieving silence in the classroom, then the sniggers started. The teacher's face was bright red now, but she pretended to ignore the students' reaction and continued the lesson. Cindy bent down over her textbook to hide her wide grin.

"Man, can you believe she actually wrote 'cunt' on the board and did not even notice?" Olaf shook his head looking at the other three seated in their accustomed booth in the Dairy Queen.

"Shhhhhh," Conchita admonished. "You can't say that out loud here."

"You mean, I cunt?" Olaf grinned.

Dale was looking at Cindy speculatively.

"You are awfully quiet, sweetie. Is there anything you know about this?"

Olaf and Conchita frowned. Cindy looked at Dale.

"You think I could talk about it here?" She quickly looked at the other couple. Dale thought for a moment.

"I can't see why not. Out with it."

"Well, she certainly did know what she was doing," Cindy said slowly, then dropped the bomb. "Because I told her to."

Olaf and Conchita just stared at her. Dale grinned and nodded. In a low voice Cindy started explaining about the emails and the pictures. Olaf and Conchita still could not believe what they heard and kept shaking their heads. It was only when Dale reminded them of the other unusual bits of behavior the teacher had shown lately that they starting realizing they were not being made fun of. After that the ideas started pouring out thick and fast and soon became more and more outlandish, until Dale raised his hand.

"Hold it, guys, let's not forget what this is about. The way I see it we have three objectives here." The others calmed down and listened as they always did when Dale made a proposal. "Obviously it's fun putting her in awkward situations, but to me that is only number 3. Number 1 is to make sure we all get good grades."

There were nods all around and they started discussing ways of bringing that about. But then Olaf remembered.

"Ok, we will sort out number 1 priority and have a bit of fun with number 3. But what the heck is number 2, Dale?"

"How we all get to fuck the bitch."

5. Number 1 and 3

I hope you have had fun showing off your udders, bitch, but some of the teachers at your school have rather bad eyesight, so from now on you wear blouses or thin pullovers. And you make sure your nipples poke through occasionally. And one more little thing: there won't be any failing grades in your classes. In fact you will make sure everyone gets at least the same grade as last year and some get better ones. And finally from now on you will acknowledge receipt of your orders.

Cindy and Dale grinned at each other, when Cindy hit the 'send' button. Then Cindy turned serious.

"Did you really mean that, Dale? I mean, that you want to fuck our dragon?"

"You bet, sweetie. But I did not say 'I' want to fuck her, I said 'we' will. How would you like the idea of that big-titted bitch sucking your pretty little pussy, while we make out? Or the idea of you fucking her and making her beg to give you an orgasm."

Cindy shivered.

"That would be so hot, big guy. Having our maths teacher as our private little sex slave. The idea is making my pussy all tingly."

"Well, since we don't have the bitch here yet," he grinned. "I guess I will have to take care of that."

Cindy got up and bent over the desk.

"Fuck me hard, big guy."

When the computer beeped to announce the arrival of an email, they were too busy to look right away, but some minutes later, sweating and exhausted, they checked their inbox.

This has gone far enough. I will not play along anymore to your perverted demands. Leave me alone.

They two teenagers looked at each other.

"She's calling our bluff," Cindy remarked somewhat helplessly.

"Yes," Dale replied. "But I do not intend to let her get away with it. The question is only how we convince her." He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and Cindy knew better than to interrupt his thoughts. Then slowly a smile spread about Dale's lips and he called up the photo-software on the computer.

Dale enlisted Olaf and Conchita's help the next morning. The two grinned when they saw the picture of the naked maths teacher on hands and knees sucking cock. Across the top was a caption. "I'm sure the picture would look nice on the bulletin board."  All four of them made sure they were the first in Ms Jeffers classroom. If something went wrong they would all swear none of them had gone anywhere close to the teacher's desk. After Dale had hidden the picture under Ms Jeffers textbook, they sat down in their places.

At first the lesson proceeded normally, which meant Ms Jeffers was her usually bitchy self. She even wore a bra. When several students had read out their homework and had been criticized as being pathetic, the teacher picked up her textbook.

"Ok, it seems we will have to do some more exercises to cram this into your heads. Page 46!"

From where she sat Cindy wondered, if the students in the first row could see the picture, but if they did, they gave no sign. Without looking up Ms Jeffers walked over to where a student was struggling to solve the assigned exercise.

"As usual you do not have the faintest idea. Perhaps our jocks will do better. Dale!"

Cindy smiled. Despite their protracted fucking session they had put in some work the day before and she was pretty sure Dale would be alright. She kept watching the teacher, whose face seemed to fall in disappointment when Dale got the answer right. Without commenting she called another student to do the next exercise, while walking back to her desk. Now, any second now she would have to see the picture. The others were all looking into their textbooks trying not to catch the teacher's attention, but Cindy saw the sudden violent blush in the teacher's face and saw her hurrying back towards the desk. Everyone started, when Ms Jeffers dropped her textbook on the desk with a loud bang. 25 pairs of eyes settled on the teacher.

"Carry on," She only said absentmindedly. All through the rest of the lesson she made the students work by themselves and whenever Cindy looked up, she saw Ms Jeffers sitting at her desk biting her lips. Cindy could hardly suppress a grin.

That afternoon she found a mail in her inbox that made her smile.

Ok, I'll think over my marks, but that is as far as it will go.

For a moment Cindy debated with herself, whether to call Dale, but he still had to be at football practice. So why not give him a little surprise? She started typing.

Wrong! It will go as far as I say. I'll give you one last chance, as you showed some obedience, but if you mess that up, the picture you found today will be found in a public place. Either you obey to the letter or you will never work as a teacher again, you slut. By midnight I expect your acknowledgment or I will start printing off some pictures. And from now on you will address me as Dear Bitch Tamer and you will sign your mails as the bitch.  One more mistake and my patience is out!

It took hardly half an hour and the reply put a wide grin on Cindy's face.

Dear Bitch Tamer, I will do as you say, but please don't distribute the pictures. The bitch

With her eyes twinkling Cindy sat down to write her reply.

6. More number 3

"Man, can you believe that. The dragon dropping her handbag in the hallway and then crawling here and there on her hands and knees to collect all her stuff?"

"Yeah, on all fours like the bitch she is."

"And have you seen her face? She was beet-red."

"And did you see Ole Johnson? Her powder compact had rolled right to his feet and he stayed where he was until she crawled over and picked it up. Her face was only a couple of inches from his crotch."

"And I swear he had a hardon, too."

"Man, I'd get a hardon see her crawling before me."

"Yeah especially with her tits dangling the way they did. Whoever gave her the idea to go without a bra should be elected president."

The hallways were buzzing with what had happened to Ms Jeffers. Dale gave Cindy's arm a squeeze and directed her into a quiet corner. He looked at her questioningly.

"Did you put her up to that?"

Cindy grinned.

"Who else? I think she will pose no more problems. The picture seems to have convinced her."

"Yeah," Dale grumbled. "But next time I want to enjoy the show. We'll have to think of something else and make sure we can see it."

"You have the email addies. So why don't you surprise us for a change? Just make sure you address her as 'bitch'."

"How else?" he grinned.

The next morning Dale made Cindy and their friends sit in the front row, but he would not be budged to tell them about what was planned. When Ms Jeffers came in they noticed two things right away. Her short skirt and her furious blush. Then they noticed she walked funny, keeping her thighs tightly together. Cindy wondered what that was about. It was only when later she heard some giggles from the back of the class and turned around that she noticed. The teacher had sat down on the edge of the desk and had forgotten to keep her thighs tightly closed for a moment. Hearing the giggles she did, but not fast enough. Cindy could see the piece of string dangling between her legs and she recognized the light blue colour of a popular brand. She nearly burst out laughing. Dale had made the teacher wear a tampon and no panties and with the short skirt the string was dangling right from her cunt to below her hemline. No wonder she was so embarrassed. She stole a glance at Dale, who grinned back and gave her a thumbs-up.

When she saw the teacher lean over another desk to answer some question, an idea hit her. She started a new page making her already small figures even smaller, pushed her satchel out into the aisle, then waited until Ms Jeffers was talking to a student behind Dale. Then she raised her arms.

"Ms Jeffers, could you help me out here?"

With her newly discovered friendliness the teacher came over to her standing between her desk and Dale's. With the satchel in the way she had to spread her legs slightly to straddle it.

"Ms Jeffers, I'm afraid I made a mistake here, but I cannot find it."

Cindy firmly laid her hand on her exercise-book pointing at the problem. As expected the teacher looked down at the sheet of paper. The small writing made it difficult for her to read and engrossed in the problem she forgot her short skirt and bent down to have a close look. Cindy stole a quick glance at her boyfriend, who was grinning from ear to ear. He had to have a good look at the string dangling from the teacher's cunt.

"Here it is, Cindy. You misplaced the minus," Ms Jeffers announced.

"Oh, how stupid of me. Thank you Ms Jeffers."

"Ms Jeffers," Dale interrupted. "I'm sorry, but I could not help noticing there is some sort of string dangling from your skirt, probably something has come loose. Do you want me to pull it off." 

The teacher jumped as if bitten.

"NO, you leave my skirt alone!" she almost screamed and practically ran back to the safety of her desk.

"Ok, ok, just trying to be nice," drawled Dale doing admirably well keeping a straight face.

For the rest of the lesson Ms Jeffers never left her desk. When they had left the classroom Cindy and Dale exploded with laughter. When they had calmed down Cindy leaned in close to her boyfriend and whispered.

"For the bitch that tampon may be enough, but I need something else there."

"You little minx," Dale smiled. "When I come visit after football practice you had better wait for me with your legs spread."

But when he did come, Cindy had other things on her mind. She pointed at the computer screen.

Dear Bitch Tamer, I will be a good bitch for you, I promise. I will do everything you want, but please don't make me do things in school anymore. It is so humiliating. Please let me do things for you. I will be very good and obedient, but please no more things in school. Your obedient bitch.

"What do you think?" Cindy asked shivering slightly.

Dale looked at her smiling.

"Can't wait to feel her tongue on your pussy, sweetie?," he asked.

"That, too," the girl replied. "But frankly I want to see her on her knees with her lips wrapped around your cock first. Come on, let's tell her where to meet."

Dale shook his head.

"Soon, but she has to learn her lesson first. No conditions, she does what we say. Once she has learnt that, we'll have all the fun we want with her, privately and publicly."

He sat down to compose the next mail.

This time he needed Olaf's help, who was only too eager when he heard what was being planned. At a few minutes before 10 they made their excuses and met in front of the boys' restrooms.

"Got everything?" Dale asked. Olaf nodded grinning.

They went in and hid in two of the stalls. A few minutes later the door opened and hesitant steps entered then hurried into the first open stall. Dale stepped out and made his way to the line of urinals, while he heard the sounds of peeing. Careful not to make a sound he opened his fly and pulled his cock out. A sideways glance showed him Olaf was peering through a crack between stall and door. Then he heard flushing and a couple of seconds later a stall door opened. He turned round, his cock hanging out of his fly.

Ms Jeffers stood transfixed at the sight of the boy. Dale noticed how her eyes automatically lowered to take in his big cock.

"Dale, I …., I'm …., it was ……," the teacher stammered red-faced, then just ran.

The boy grinned zipping up his jeans.

"Man, did you see that look she gave your Johnson? I never thought a person could actually turn crimson, but she just did." Olaf was grinning from ear to ear. "What a pity the girls couldn't see this."

"What do you mean, Olaf? You think Conchita should see my pecker?" Dale smirked.

Olaf grinned back. "No worries about that, man. She's quite happy with mine. But she would have loved seeing the dragon so lost for words."

"Yeah pity, we couldn't make a video. But did you get the picture?"

Instead of answering he opened his cell phoned and showed it to Dale. A perfect shot, Ms Jeffers in the boys' toilets staring at Dale's cock. Dale grinned. He owned her ass now.

7. The gas station

"You think she will come?" Cindy asked for the third time that morning.

Dale kept his eyes on the road before him, but his hand strokes Cindy's knee.

"You bet she will come, sweetie, and you will have your fun with her."

The thought made Cindy shiver. She spread her legs eagerly when Dale's hand moved up her thigh. When they reached the gas station in the little place 20 miles from town, they pulled into the parking lot of a Burgerking across the road. Dale parked the car at the back, so it wasn't visible from the road. They settled in a both with a good look across the road and sipped their cokes. Cindy fiddled nervously, but Dale just grinned confident their new bitch would come.

And a quarter of an hour later she did. She pulled up at the gas pump and filled up her car looking around nervously. Before she went in to pay, she parked the car in a spot away from the pumps. Dale grinned. When she left the station she turned the corner and walked to the back of the station something dangling from her hand.

"Come on, sweetie, time for some fun," Dale grinned.

They took their time crossing the road, then followed the teacher around the station building. At the back there was a door marked 'restroom'. Dale looked at Cindy, who seemed to be shaking with nervousness. He gave a thumbs-up and wiggled his tongue. Cindy shivered.

The door wasn't locked (as Dale had specified in his instructions) and when they entered they were treated to the sigh of their teacher kneeling on the dirty floor with a scarf blindfolding her. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Dale placed one big hand over her mouth. With the other he drew Cindy closer, then lifted her skirt. When he ran is hand over her pussy, he found it wet and eager. He indicated to Cindy to spread her legs slightly. When he took his hand off the teacher's mouth, she remained silent. He grabbed her nose and pulled her face upward then forward. Mouthing a silent 'have fun', he pulled the teacher's face into Cindy's crotch. Immediately the teacher jerked backwards. Dale's hand lashed out and slapped her face, then pinched her nose hard and dragged her forward again. This time she stayed where she was and after a moment Cindy moaned softly and closed her eyes. Dale smiled. It seemed as if Ms Jeffers had accepted her fate and had got busy. He released her and she continued to minister to Cindy. Dale stepped back and raised his camera. Cindy was moaning and groaning continually and soon reached out to grind the teacher's face deeper between her legs. Belatedly Dale remembered the door. Quickly he stepped back and locked it. When he turned back Cindy's hips were bucking and she was enjoying her first orgasm on her teacher's tongue. Well, it wouldn't be the last. Dale pulled won his zipper.

When Cindy stepped back, Ms Jeffers' face looked almost disappointed. Dale grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face towards his rigid cock. Again she jerked back, but Dale was stronger and a few seconds of gagging with his huge tool deep in her throat convinced her to provide the service she was expected to give. Cindy picked up the camera and took photos of the teacher giving her boyfriend a blowjob. Dale leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her warm tongue on his cock. She wasn't bad, had obviously been trained well by that mysterious stranger, but her cocksucking lacked conviction. He would teach her that. He stopped thinking and just enjoyed.

She sucked and licked his cock and soon he felt his orgasm coming. He grabbed her hair harder and exploded in her mouth. After the first gush, he pulled back and let the rest spurt into her face. Cindy was busy taking pictures. Ms Jeffers sucked his cock without demur when he shoved it back into her mouth. When it was clean he pushed it back into his jeans. He leaned down.

"In ten minutes. The Burgerking across the road, bitch."

Then he opened the door and stepped out. A quick look back showed that some of the cum had dribbled onto her blouse. Dale grinned. Let her worry about going into a restaurant like that.

8. We own your ass

"Wow," Cindy was hardly able to walk and slid thankfully back into the booth. "That was so intense."

"Yeah, and it will get a lot more intense, sweetie. Just think of all the nice things the bitch will do for us."

"Do you think she will really come? And actually obey us, when she finds out who we are?" Cindy looked at Dale anxiously.

Dale smiled. "Calm down, sweetie. She'll come. After all what can she do? Post any one of those pics we took and she'll never get a job anymore."

"Wow!" Cindy's eyes still had that dreamy look. "I never thought I'd get such a kick out of having my pussy licked by a woman." She cast a sly look at Dale. "And of seeing some bitch suck your big cock, big guy."

"Yeah, she sure knows how to gobble some fuckmeat." He looked down at Cindy. "Aren't you jealous of her?"

Cindy giggled. "Jealous of a bitch sucking your cock while kneeling in a filthy outhouse? Hardly. You go and stuff your tool into her. Just leave enough for me, when I tire of having her eat out my pussy."

Dale grinned. "From the look on your face, that will take a long time."

Cindy grinned back, the suddenly stared out of the window. The teacher was making her way across the street and hesitantly walking towards the door of the restaurants. When she entered her eyes wandered across the dozen people sitting in various booths. Dale waved at her grinning and she blanched. For a moment it looked as if she was going to run away, then she suddenly hurried closer.

"I'm sorry, Dale and Cindy, but I have no time right now. I have an appointment here."

Dale looked her over slowly.

"Yeah, I know," he drawled. "An appointment with me." He let the sentence hang for a moment, then added. "Bitch."

Mrs Jeffers' eyes went wide and her knees seemed to buckle. But Dale did not miss her eyes shifting quickly down to his jeans.

"You like that tool?" He said slowly. "Want  more of it? Don't worry, you'll get more of it. All of it in fact, right down your throat."

Mrs Jeffers tried hard to collect her wits and her dignity.

"Dale, you cannot talk to your teacher like that. You have to show some respect .."

"Shut up, bitch!" The young man interrupted her. "I'll talk to you any way I want. And talking about respect: You had better start showing me some."

The teacher swallowed hard and apparently decided to change tack.

"Look, you two. Let's be reasonable and talk this over, ok?"

She moved around the table and was about to sit down opposite the two young people, but again Dale interrupted her.

"Stop that, bitch. I did not give you permission to sit."

Mrs Jeffers froze in mid-movement, then reluctantly got up again. Some face were turning, the people obviously wondering, why she was still standing. She bit her lip.

"Can I sit down?" she asked finally.

"Can I PLEASE sit down, SIR." Dale corrected.

It cost her visible effort, but she managed to bring out the words and Dale nodded. Relieved she slid onto the bench.

"Look, Dale. What…" she stopped in mid-sentence, when she saw Dale's raised eyebrow. Taking a deep breath she started again. "Look, Sir. This is all a huge mistake. You cannot just blackmail a teacher and hope to get away with it. You must see that. Whatever happened must not happen again, that is obvious." Slowly she seemed to be recovering her confidence and when she continued her voice was stronger. "Look, I'll tell you what we will do. I am prepared to forget the whole thing ever happened. I won't make any trouble for you, but this has to stop, agreed?"

Dale had been watching her silently. Now he asked quietly.

"Are you finished?"

Ms Jeffers nodded.

"Good. Because now I am going to tell you what we will do."

He raised the camera and pointed the small display at the back towards her, then slowly scrolled through the pictures they had taken in the restroom. She bit her lip, then turned her face away.

"Seen enough? I don't have to tell you what will happen, if these pictures ever get out. We may not be underage, but we are still your students. And now we own you fat white ass!"

Ms Jeffers' face was working, but she made no reply.

"So listen carefully bitch. We own you now and you will do exactly what you are told."

"But…" She tried to interrupt him, but he just kept talking.

"And the first thing is that you never interrupt me. In fact you never speak without asking my permission first. And the second thing is that you do as you're told, no ifs, no buts, no excuses. In fact you will be our bitch and you had better be a well-trained one. Is that clear, bitch?"

Ms Jeffers' eyes were darting here and there as if looking for an escape, but finally she nodded.

"I did not hear you, bitch."

"Yes, Sir. I am your bitch," she finally managed to say.

Dale reached across the table and carelessly swiped one of the empty coke cups down into the farthest corner of the booth.

"Pick it up. And smell our crotches like a good bitch."

Ms Jeffers reached under the table, but Dale's foot pushed the cup out of her reach. For a moment she looked furious, but Dale's ironic smile stopped her intended outburst. His finger pointed under the table. With a beaten look on her face she got up and crawled under the table, her ass sticking out. She picked up the cup and was about to retreat, when Dale's hand grabbed her hair and pulled her face into his crotch.

"I told you to smell it, bitch." He told her, then slowly and deliberately rubbed her face over his hardening cock.

When he released her, she quickly pushed her face between Cindy's legs before getting up. Dale smiled.

"See? You are learning. We will train you yet, teacherbitch."