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Blackmailing Beauty

... “I’d rather not say,” she replied, somewhat embarrassed and yet with an ever so defiant tone as well. With that, I went quickly back on the offensive, “If you don’t want this text sent to your parents and Principal Anderson, then you will answer every question I ask you, understood?” I huffed. There was a brief pause before she answered quietly, “Yes, I understand.” “Good,” I said, “now who did you dyke out with?” Steffi jumped at my sudden outburst, but then compliantly whispered, “Jenny.” “I see,” I said. “That makes sense since you two are always together, not to mention she is also the one who gave you the answers to the test.” She flinched again when I added, “So have you two been munching on each other’s cunts for a while?” I was purposely pushing the boundaries. I wanted to see if she had more resistance in her. My vulgar words had my desired effect on my18-year-old student. They had her both stunned and scared, before she let out a soft sigh and admitted, “Only once a couple of weeks ago.” I relished my next question, “Why don’t you tell me what happened, Steffi?” The beautiful blonde took a moment to collect herself. I enthusiastically listened as she told me about her one and only lesbian experience, “We were at a house party with a bunch of friends and I had drunk a lot. Jenny and I ended up in a bedroom somewhere in the house and started touching each other and getting really close. We started kissing and it all happened in a blur. We were both really drunk and ...

... so rather carefree and adventurous. We took off each other’s clothes and then she went down on me. I was really drunk, I mean really drunk, but I remember having the best orgasm I’ve ever had before. She was way better than any guy who had ever tried to eat me out. I think I ate her out too, but I really don’t remember.” “Well don’t worry, you will remember eating pussy before you leave here today,” I guaranteed her. She gave me a bewildered look, but said nothing, her face turning a shade redder. I continued the questioning, “So have you been with many boys?” “A few,” the perfect pin-up answered. “How many is a few?” I queried. “Depends,” she responded. “On what?” “On how you define sex,” she answered casually. “How many have you fucked?” I asked, bluntly. “Four.” “How many have you sucked?” “A couple of dozen.” “Wow, so you are a slut!” She looked up at me and for the first time showed the confidence she showed in class and on the gymnastics gym as she said, “That is not that much. Blow jobs are as common as being felt up. I know girls who have sucked over a hundred guys.” “I guess I am getting old,” I said, “When I was in high school a hand job was still the norm.” I paused for a bit before saying, “Undress for me.” She looked at me, now seemingly more comfortable, as she stood up and took off her jeans and t-shirt. “You are very beautiful,” I complimented her as she stood before me in a bra and panties. She smiled, clearly used to such compliments, as she replied, “Thank ...