AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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Chapter 1
"Mrs. Blair, what's this all about?!" Amy shouted, waving a paper in front of her teacher's face.
"Lower your voice," Mrs. Blair said calmly.
"Lower my voice? You gave me a fuckin' 'F'!!"
"Watch your language, young lady, or you're going to the principal's office," Mrs. Blair said more sternly.
"But you gave me an 'F'. It was a good paper."
"It was late."
"Late? One fuckin' day. So what?"
"Look Amy, if I have to tell you one more time you'll be sorry. Lower your voice and stop cursing."
Amy was fuming. She was about to graduate high school and an "F" on her term paper would cause her to fail the class. That meant she wouldn't graduate. Because of the way her birthday fell, she was already one of the oldest in her school. She couldn't imagine still being in high school when she turned 19.
"Look, it wasn't my fault," Amy tried to explain. "My hard drive crashed and I lost a lot of time. It was only a day late."
"Rules are rules and there are no exceptions," the teacher explained. "I'm sorry, but you should have handed the paper in on time."
Mrs. Blair turned and walked away while her angry student yelled after her, "You'll be sorry."
Mrs. Blair didn't like Amy Johnson and had no qualms about keeping her from graduating. Amy was a beautiful girl who flaunted herself at all the guys, including the male teachers. Mrs. Blair thought she was a slut who got away with murder. But not in her class. Amy handed her paper in late which justified the failing grade.
It's not that Mrs. Jane Blair wasn't born with the same assets. In fact, if she hadn't hid it with frumpy clothes and no makeup, everyone would have known how stunning she was. She was 35 years old, 5'6" with 35C breasts and thick auburn hair. Under her clothes, Jane Blair had a great figure, but no one other than her husband knew it. When she was young, she intentionally hid her charms in order to keep the boys from pestering her -- she wanted to be admired for her brains, not looks -- and she continued to the present. Mrs. Blair looked down at the Amy-types who used their looks to get their way.
Amy had a lot going for her in that department -- she was gorgeous. She was 5'4" and a natural honey blonde with deep blue eyes. At 18 years old, her breasts were already 36D's. She wore her skirts short and her tops tight, using her young body to get what she wanted. But her charms didn't work on Mrs. Blair, and the prim and proper teacher was going to fail her.
Chapter 2
Jane Blair was fast asleep. Very slowly, her senses awakened, but she felt groggy. Her eyes were first little slits and then gradually opened more. Her sight was blurry so she blinked her eyes a few times, but it wasn't helping. What she saw was unfamiliar which added to her confusion. She also felt like she couldn't move, but her body was too weak to try. Sleep enticed her and gravity seemed to pull her eyelids down, so soon Mrs. Blair was snoring again.
Amy watched her teacher come out of her drug-induced state. They were in the teenager's apartment and Mrs. Blair was tied to a chair. The teacher's head kept bobbing as she tried to awaken but, after several failed attempts, her chin fell back onto her chest as her deep breathing resumed.
Amy was fidgeting on the couch as she watched her teacher. She wondered if she had gone too far... if she was going to get into much more trouble than she had ever been in before. When Mrs. Blair told her that she was going to fail her, something snapped within the young girl who had always gotten her way. She decided to fight back and came up with a plan... but now that she had passed the point of no return, she was scared.
Amy was considering dragging Mrs. Blair out of her apartment and allowing her to wake up without discovering what happened. Amy would not graduate and that would be that. But at least she wouldn't get into trouble. She would also have the satisfaction of knowing what she did to her teacher, but Mrs. Blair probably wouldn't even remember how she was abused. Amy decided she was not going to go through with her plan -- it was too risky.
But just then Mrs. Blair began to open her eyes again. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened. Amy stared at her awakening teacher. Mrs. Blair shook her head and strained on the ropes securing her to the chair. Then she seemed to awake completely and looked around the room like a lizard, abruptly moving her head this way and that. Her eyes fell on her student.
"Amy, what's going on?" she asked, pulling on her restraints.
Amy was scared. She was sorry she ever let her temper get the better of her. What was she going to do now?
"Amy Johnson, untie me at once!!" Mrs. Blair ordered.
Her young student stood up and was going to untie her teacher. She had "stepped over the line" and was in big trouble. But then something happened that changed Mrs. Blair's life forever.
"Amy, I'm going to call the police. You have kidnapped me. You are going to jail, you tramp!"
Amy stopped in mid-stride. It was too late. Mrs. Blair was going to get her in trouble. Amy only had one option, and that was to proceed with her original plan. Amy turned away from her struggling teacher and walked to the TV. She turned the TV and VCR on and picked up the remote. Pointing the remote at the equipment, Amy held her breath and then hit the play button.
"Amy, get over here right now and untie me!" Mrs. Blair yelled. "I'm not going to tell you again. Get over here and...."
The teacher stopped shouting when she saw herself on the TV. She was giggling like she was drunk, but the prim and proper wife and mother didn't drink. To her shock, the giddy version of her began doing a striptease.
"Wh-What's going on?" the confused teacher asked.
"Just watch," Amy replied.
Mrs. Blair's attention was on the screen. She was now completely naked and a teenage boy came into the picture. She stared at the action on the TV, but couldn't believe what she saw. It couldn't be her doing those things... it couldn't. When the video came to an end, Mrs. Blair looked up at her student... totally flabbergasted... her mouth gaping.
"You know the boy was underage," Amy said, her voice quivering even though she wanted to sound in control. "You had sex with a minor and I have it on tape. I think it will be you who goes to jail, Mrs. Blair, not me."
Mrs. Blair was in shock. How could that have happened? She didn't even remember it. But that was definitely her, and the boy seemed young. It didn't make any sense. She kept looking back and forth from Amy to the TV, and then stared at the TV which was now filled with a lot of flittering white dots on a black background. When she heard her student speaking she looked at her.
"Mrs. Blair, I want my grade changed or else...." Amy threatened.
"Y-Your grade? Y-You want what? I-I d-don't understand," the confused teacher stammered.
"My fuckin' 'F', you bitch. You don't mind me cursing, do you bitch?"
"Amy, there's been a mistake. Untie me and let's talk. I don't understand what's happening."
"Okay, I'll explain it. You had sex with a minor and I have the proof. If you don't do what I tell you, I will give a copy of the tape to the principal, your husband, and your kids. How would you like your kids watching you have sex with the boy? And then after you are totally ruined, I will give a copy to the police and you'll go to jail. So, Mrs. Blair, what don't you understand?"
"What do you want?" the teacher asked, after the severity of the situation sunk in.
"I told you. You are going to change my grade and pass me."
"Okay, I'll do that, but then you'll give me the tape."
"Nope, I don't trust you, Mrs. Blair. I'll hold onto the tape as security. So, do we have a deal?" Mrs. Blair nodded and Amy cut her free. When Mrs. Blair glanced at the VCR Amy quickly added, "I have another copy so don't even think about it."
The defeated teacher left the apartment without uttering another word. Amy released a big sigh of relief that her bluff worked -- the tape in the VCR was the only copy.
Chapter 3
Amy passed Mrs. Blair's class and went on to graduate. One day, she was talking to her younger sister who was having problems with her teacher -- Mrs. Blair. Amy gave her sister a sealed note to put into Mrs. Blair's mailbox in the school office, and now she waited in her apartment. At the exact time specified in the note, her doorbell rang.
Amy opened the door for her former teacher and led her into the living room. Mrs. Blair shuddered when she entered the room; it brought back the memories that had caused her many nightmares. The TV and VCR were exactly where they had been and, although the screen was dark, Mrs. Blair saw the images of her illicitly committing adultery with a teenager. She had never figured out that she had been drugged.
After they were seated, Mrs. Blair asked, "Your note said to come here, but that's all. What do you want?"
Amy explained the problem her sister was having with Mrs. Blair and that it seemed unfair. Her sister was a good student and Amy wanted an explanation.
"She's a tramp like you and is getting what she deserves," Mrs. Blair spat out in pent-up anger without thinking.
"So, it was personal," Amy said. "You held me to the due date on that paper because you didn't like me. If it had been someone else you would have understood the computer problem and accepted the paper a day late."
Mrs. Blair realized her mistake and tried to squirm out of it. "N-No, no, that's not true. You... you were late. There were rules. I was justified in failing you."
"Bullshit!! I know the truth now. You were always tougher on pretty girls... like me, and now my sister. You treat us differently... making it harder for us. You wanted to fail me... you bitch!!"
"I just wanted to punish you for using your body to get ahead. That's immoral. All you sluts are the same."
Amy sat back in shock. Her former teacher admitted to treating her unjustly... and she's doing the same with her little sister. Mrs. Blair "punished" girls for being pretty. That was wrong. She needed to be punished.
"Mrs. Blair, get on your knees and apologize for being a bitch," Amy said.
"What? Who do you think you're talking to, young lady?" the teacher said defiantly.
"I'm talking to you, bitch, and remember... I still have the tape."
Mrs. Blair turned white as a sheet. Amy had the incriminating evidence and could still ruin her. Defeated and embarrassed, Mrs. Blair slid off the chair and onto her knees. She was in her former student's apartment, on her knees. How humiliating. But it was even worse when she spoke.
"I'm sorry, Amy. I made a mistake and apologize," she said, the words difficult to utter.
"Crawl over here," Amy ordered.
Mrs. Blair's eyes got real big but she thought twice about admonishing the young girl. Instead, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled to Amy, stopping at her feet.
"Take off my sneakers," Amy instructed. Mrs. Blair slowly untied the laces and pulled off the tennis shoes. "Now my socks." When Amy's feet were bared, she said, "Kiss my feet."
Mrs. Blair looked up at the young girl and said, "That's disgusting. I will not."
"Okay, then maybe you'd rather watch the video instead. A copy is in the VCR, you know. Maybe that'll be even more fun... to watch...."
Amy never finished her sentence. Her former teacher leaned forward and began kissing her feet. Amy sat back with her hands behind her neck, her elbows jutting out, and watched Mrs. Blair humiliate herself. The young girl felt a power that she had never felt before.
"Suck my toes now," Amy ordered, enjoying her control over the older woman immensely.
Mrs. Blair looked up at her briefly and then back to Amy's feet. She lifted one foot and began sucking on the big toe. Then she moved slightly and opened her mouth wider, bringing several smaller toes in her mouth at one time. She sucked Amy's toes until the young girl yanked them from her mouth. Mrs. Blair thought her ordeal had ended, but soon saw Amy's other foot wiggling in front of her face. With no words spoken, Mrs. Blair began sucking the toes on her former student's other foot.
"You suck real good," Amy said with a glint in her eye. "I bet you learned that from giving blow-jobs."
"Never!!" Mrs. Blair shouted. "That's disgusting... something you would do."
"You're going to sit there and tell me you never gave a blow-job?" the astonished girl queried.
"No, normal people don't do that. My husband and I are not perverted."
"So tell me, Mrs. Blair, what is your sex life like?"
"That's none of your business, young lady," Mrs. Blair said falling back into her teacher persona.
"I'm making it my business," Amy shot back. "I want you to tell me how you and your husband have sex... and don't forget I have the videotape."
The look that fell across Mrs. Blair's face was one of defeat. Her former student was demanding that she tell personal stuff about herself and her family and, if she refused, Amy threatened to use the tape against her. She thought about lying, but knew that she had always been a poor liar and she didn't want to upset Amy further.
"I don't really know what you're asking," Mrs. Blair said honestly. "We have normal... sex." It was difficult for the teacher to even say the word, and she blushed profusely.
"Well, I think blow-jobs are normal... sex," Amy said, deliberately pausing before saying 'sex' just like Mrs. Blair had. "So, what kind of sex do you and your husband have?"
"We make love, you know, intercourse," the older woman answered, causing her to blush again.
"That's it?" Amy said astonished.
"Yes, of course, what else is there?"
"Oral and anal and bondage and.... well, I can go on all night. I can't believe that's all you do. I bet you only do it in the missionary position too."
"What's that?" the very sexually naïve woman asked.
"You know... you on your back and your husband on top between your legs."
"That's what I said... we have intercourse," the older woman stated, confused.
"Come to think of it, that's the way you did it in the videotape."
Mrs. Blair's eyes averted Amy's... she was so ashamed that she had committed adultery. She didn't even remember doing it, but the proof was recorded on tape. Somehow she cheated on her husband with the teenager. She wondered who he was.
"How often do you have sex?" Amy pried.
"That's none of your...." Mrs. Blair began, but then saw the look on Amy's face and said, "Maybe once a month." Mrs. Blair looked down, avoiding her former student's stare. She couldn't believe she was telling the girl such personal information.
"I'd be horny all the time if I only got fucked once a month," Amy said incredulously. Mrs. Blair scowled at the girl's language, but Amy ignored her and continued, "Has your husband ever licked your pussy?"
"For god's sake, no!" Mrs. Blair said, shocked at the thought.
"You don't know what you're missing. As a matter of fact, I'm going to teach you how it's done."
"Oh god no... I won't let that happen to me!" Mrs. Blair almost shouted.
"You misunderstood me, Mrs. Blair. I didn't mean for it to happen to you." The teacher let out an audible sigh of relief, but it was short lived. "You are going to do it to me."
Mrs. Blair's mouth hung open in shock. Amy couldn't be serious. That sort of thing isn't done by normal people. Prostitutes possibly did it for money, but not people like her. And surely two women didn't. Mrs. Blair new about lesbians, of course, but she never even considered how they had sex. It was just too disgusting for her to think about.
"You're insane if you think I would do what you're suggesting," Mrs. Blair said firmly.
"Okay, your choice. Who do you want to see the videotape first... your husband or your kids? Maybe your kids know the boy on the tape, wouldn't that be fun. So, who do I show it to first?"
"You said if I changed your grade you wouldn't show it," Mrs. Blair said desperately.
"Things are different now. Who first? I think your kids. Hee-hee."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh yes I would."
"Please, I'll do anything you want, just don't show it to them."
"Then you'll lick my pussy?"
"No, I can't do that."
"You said anything. That's what I want. Last chance. You agree to lick my pussy or I show the tape to your kids."
Mrs. Blair felt like a cornered animal. For the first time in her life she contemplated killing another person. She probably would have jumped up and strangled Amy, but she didn't know where the videotapes were and was afraid someone would come across them after Amy's death. She was trapped and didn't have a choice. She looked up at Amy with hate in her eyes and reluctantly agreed to do what the young girl asked.
Amy jumped off the couch and pulled her pants and panties off. Mrs. Blair averted her eyes, always being embarrassed at seeing a naked body. Amy sat back down and spread her legs, calling the older woman. When Mrs. Blair turned to face Amy, she found herself looking between the young girl's spread legs. Her attention was drawn to the long finger gently stroking her blonde covered slit.
"Get started," Amy said impatiently.
"I really can't to this," Mrs. Blair pleaded. "Please don't make...."
Mrs. Blair was cut off by the force of Amy's foot on the side of her head. The blow was so strong that Mrs. Blair actually fell over onto her side. She looked up at the young girl, stunned.
"I'm tired of your whining," Amy scolded the older woman. "You have one more chance. Start licking my pussy or the tapes get shown. You have one minute to make up your mind."
Mrs. Blair saw Amy look at her wristwatch and she began to panic. Amy would surely ruin her life, that was clear. Mrs. Blair scrambled to her hands and knees and crawled between the spread legs of the girl. She looked at the hair at the juncture of her thighs and then up to Amy's face. The girl kept staring at her watch, evidently counting the seconds as they passed. Mrs. Blair didn't know how much time had elapsed so she quickly leaned forward and licked her former student's hairy pussy.
"That's more like it," Amy said, triumphantly. "Do a good job now."
Mrs. Blair didn't know what to do... she didn't have a reference. No one ever licked her pussy and she sure hadn't done it to anyone else. She began licking the outside of the hairy cunt, not really knowing what was expected of her. The smell from another female's vagina entered her nose and she thought she was going to be sick. And soon loose pubic hairs were getting inside her mouth. Mrs. Blair took a break every once in a while to spit them out or reach in her mouth with her fingers and pick the hairs off her tongue.
Amy was amazed at the older woman's ignorance. She watched her tongue move along the surface of her pussy and almost laughed. But she enjoyed watching her former teacher on her knees between her legs, licking her. But after a while Amy got bored with it.
"Spread the lips apart and lick inside," Amy instructed.
Mrs. Blair dreaded doing what was requested, but she didn't have a choice. She used her thumbs to separate the girl's labia and saw the moist inner lips. She leaned forward and found the odor to be even stronger. Her tongue swiped into the exposed flesh and Mrs. Blair abruptly pulled her head back and gagged.
"C'mon, Mrs. Blair, it's not that bad. Lick it real good now."
The older woman leaned in again and used her tongue on her former student's slit. She kept gagging with each lick, but didn't pull away. Soon she got used to the taste and smell and stopped choking.
Amy was delighted at watching her former teacher service her. She never had a craving for girl/girl sex, but was enjoying it now. Although the woman's tongue felt great inside her pussy, it was forcing Mrs. Blair to do it that really turned her on. Although inexperienced in cunnilingus, Mrs. Blair's tongue would occasionally flick across Amy's swollen clit, causing the teenager to jerk her hips up, smashing her wet pussy into the older woman's face.
"Stick your tongue inside my hole," Amy cried out, panting heavily.
Mrs. Blair located the opening and pushed her tongue inside. The taste was much stronger doing this and she felt sick. But she was afraid of the younger girl and had gone this far, so she did what she was told. Her tongue darted in and out of the wet hole -- Mrs. Blair was tongue-fucking her former student. She felt Amy's hand against her face and noticed Amy was rubbing the top of her vagina. The combination of Mrs. Blair's tongue moving in and out of her pussy, and her own fingers rubbing her clit, brought Amy to a mind shattering orgasm. She grabbed the back of Mrs. Blair's head with her free hand and pulled it against her cunt while her hips humped her pussy into the woman's face.
When Amy's orgasm subsided, she looked down at the woman under her control. Mrs. Blair's face was coated in her saliva and Amy's pussy juices. It was a very erotic sight to the young girl.
"Okay, Mrs. Blair, you can go home now. But remember about my sister. You will no longer treat her unfairly. Now get out of my apartment."
Mrs. Blair stood up and wiped her face with the back of her hand. She looked sullen as she turned to leave. After the door was closed behind her, Amy thought about the thrill of controlling the older woman, her former teacher, and humiliating her. She began to fantasize about doing it more.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
