Jack rolled his eyes as he supervised the locker room before the PE Lesson he was taking. Greg was blustering as usual, talking shit as usual, and his idiot followers were lapping it up as usual. This time it was particularly idiotic; he could have sworn he had heard Greg claim to have had Miss Riley suck his cock after a sex education lesson he had been in with her and that she had been impressed by his size and that she 'fucking loved it'. That was possibly the stupidest thing he had ever heard any student say, least of all a blowhard like Greg. He didn't give it another thought, except to think to himself how nice it would be to get sucked off by Lucy Riley.

"Greg! Less chat and get changed and out on the field!" Jack called to Greg and his cronies.

"Alright, Mr Ross, chill out, I'm just getting my trainers on!"

"Don't tell me to chill out, just shut it and get on with it," Jack barked back, as the class headed out to the soccer field.

A couple of days later, Jack was walking across the school grounds, heading to the teachers' lounge, and he heard voices behind a wall. Unsure if they were students who should have been in class, or voices of some of the Sixth Form students who possibly had a free period and didn't strictly have to be in a class, he went to investigate. As he got closer, he hadn't been noticed and could hear the conversation.

"I promise I am telling the truth. I needed to tell someone, or I would have gone mad," Ryan said anxiously to his friend Matthew.

"You expect me to believe that you had sex with Miss Riley after that sex education class? I know she kept you and Greg behind, but I thought it was because he was giving you a hard time in the class," Matthew replied

"It's true!" Ryan insisted. "I couldn't believe it either. She was sorry that she had allowed Greg to bully me, and she said she was impressed by how I handled it. It's a bit of a blur, and I am not even sure how it even happened. But she was very nice to me and told me what to do," Ryan explained to his friend. "Please don't tell anyone, she asked me not to, but I had to say something; it's been eating me alive."

Matthew, still unsure if he believed it, agreed to stay quiet. He was a good friend, and wasn't even sure who he would tell even if he wanted to. It was not like he and Ryan were popular or other students gave them the time of day.

Jack stood still on the other side of the wall. He recognised the voices as Ryan and Matthew. His mind was racing. He had dismissed Greg's account as bullshit, because Greg generally was full of bullshit. But Greg and Ryan were not exactly friends; they didn't run in the same social circles, and as he was well aware, Greg was the sort of person who would give people like Ryan a hard time to satisfy his own pathetic ego. Ryan had no reason to tell the same lie as Greg. So... it must be true. How could it not be true, if two students, with no reason to be in cahoots, were both saying it happened? Jack grinned to himself, thinking that he could use this to his advantage. Lucy was the sexiest teacher in the school; having something to use against her could be interesting.

Lucy sat in the teachers' lounge, preparing for her next lesson. She looked up as Jack walked arrogantly into the lounge. God, I hate him, she thought. Jack Ross was a creep; he always had been ever since she joined the school staff. He must have thought she was an idiot if he thought that it wasn't so obvious every time he bent down to 'tie his shoes' when he was near her whilst she was wearing a skirt, or when he dropped a pen close to her and 'accidentally' brushed his hand on her nylon-clad legs when going to retrieve it. His crass and sexist comments always made her skin crawl. But he got good results with the school's soccer teams in the regional competitions, so the school upper staff turned a bit of a blind eye.

"Afternoon, Lucy," Jack said as he walked in. "Any more Sex Ed classes planned for you? I might sit in on the next one!" he said, laughing.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yeah, I think they have me pencilled in to take some more classes next week; seems the initial ones went well," Lucy said stoically. "But I wouldn't have thought they would be much use to you, the way you go on, not that anyone ever asks for an update; I would have thought you didn't need to learn anything?" she asked him.

"Well, it's amazing what a class can do for someone," he replied with a wink, making Lucy shudder.

Later that afternoon, Lucy dismissed her geography class, and the students filed out of the room. Lucy looked up to see Jack making his way in. She sat on the edge of her desk. What the hell does he want now? she thought as he approached her, his eyes clearly fixed on her crossed legs. He took a seat on a chair in front of her, his eyes level with her skirt, attempting to look up it. She instinctively tried to pull her skirt down a little. "Can I help you, Mr Ross? I am quite busy."

"I just wanted a chat, Luce, something that it might be wise of you to listen to," Jack said calmly. "I just thought it might interest you to know that I know what happened after your Sex Education class the other day," he said, looking her in the eye.

Lucy's heart stopped. How could he know? Nobody saw. Someone must have said something... it had to be Greg, she thought. She noticed Jack see the change in her eyes and her calm, deadpan demeanour momentarily disappear. She knew that he knew. And she knew that he knew that she did.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she tried to brush him off, knowing that was the stupidest, most cliché thing she could have said.

Jack laughed. "Oh, I think you know quite well what I am talking about. I didn't realise the curriculum included practical demonstrations with 17-year-old students after class, though! I am not sure it's something that you would want to get around the school. Could be the end of you," he said, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Whatever you have heard is nonsense, Jack, and I don't have time for this. I am sure that you wouldn't go blabbing about something you have no proof of anyway," she said back, trying to regain her confident air.

"Is that a risk you are willing to take? I am sure that we could come to some sort of arrangement to make sure that doesn't happen," Jack volunteered.

"I think we are done here, Jack, so if you don't mind," Lucy said, standing and opening the classroom door, gesturing for him to leave.  

Jack smiled and sauntered out of the classroom. "Maybe take some time to think it over," he said as his parting shot. Lucy closed the door behind him, her mind racing. She knew he had no proof, but she wasn't sure that her reaction didn't give her guilt away. She was also pissed off at that arrogant asshole for having any kind of hold over her. She prided herself on her confidence, her ability to control a room of arrogant teenagers and win the little games of one-upmanship. And to have Jack, of all people, having some power, really got to her.

She got home that evening, still thinking about it, still worrying about it. She sat on her sofa, wondering exactly what Jack had in mind when he said that they could come to an 'arrangement'. As much as it made her skin crawl, she was surprised at herself to find her panties wet, thinking about it, about being forced and controlled by Jack, making her beg him to save her job. Before she knew what was happening, her hands went under her skirt and inside her panties, and she began masturbating. The image in her head as she did was of Jack bending her over her desk, fucking her hard and spanking her ass as he called her a filthy slut and telling her to beg for his cum. She opened her eyes as she came hard, her attention now back in her living room as her body shook in orgasm. Not sure whether she was disgusted with herself or not. She also still didn't fully trust that he wouldn't say anything. He was vindictive enough to. He had always leered over her; he would do anything to get to fuck her. So maybe he would try to force her hand. She struggled to sleep thinking about it.

The next day, Lucy was preparing for her first class, which wasn't until second period, so she had time. She was at her desk, and he walked in again. Same arrogant look on his face.

"Have you thought more about what I said, Lucy?" Jack asked as he walked across the room to her.

"I have nothing to say to you. You don't know anything, and you cannot prove anything," she quipped back, but she was panicking. If he said something, and they asked Greg, he was also vindictive enough to back up what Jack was saying.

"Ok, if that is how you want it, I guess I will have to report you to Mr. Jones, and I know he is not the sort of headmaster to take that sort of thing lightly, given how much he trusted you to run the Sex Ed classes. But I have no choice, I guess," he said as he went to leave the room.

Lucy knew she had to do something, and quick. "Jack, wait!" she called as he headed for the door. She walked over to him. "Ok, ok...maybe it doesn't have to be this way. I was wrong for doing what I did. But you don't need to speak to Mr. Jones. As you say, we can come to an...arrangement?" she said, leading him by the arm back to the classroom.

Jack smiled an evil smile as he saw her panic; the power he now held over her was making its way straight to his cock, which was straining in his gym shorts. Lucy saw it. "I think you know what to do," he said, looking her in the eye, and then gesturing with his eyes down to his crotch.

Lucy begrudgingly crouched down in front of him and tugged his shorts down to free his cock. She had to admit, it was quite a decent size, and it was hard and veiny, waiting for her. She took him in her mouth, holding on to the base as she slid the length down her throat, making him gasp as she took him in.

"Fuck, Lucy, that's it! Good girl, fucking suck my cock, you know it's for the best," he said, grabbing the back of her head, forcing her onto him deeper. She gagged slightly as it hit the back of her throat, but she kept going. She used her hand to pull in firm, upward twists as she sucked the head, swirling her tongue round it. She began to get frantic with her hand, wanting it to be over as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Jack's grip on her hair tightened as he groaned deeply before unleashing a torrent of semen into Lucy's mouth, grunting with every spurt of it, instructing her to swallow it. Lucy gulped it down, fighting the conflict between being annoyed that he had the power over her and how it was beginning to turn her on, being made to do it, especially by someone she hated so much. She stood up and wiped her mouth, forcing a smile to him as he tucked his cock back into his shorts.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said. "I think that will do, for now," he added, as he headed for the door, before Lucy had a chance to say anything back.

She watched him leave, feeling utterly dirty for what she had just done, but couldn't ignore the damp feeling in her knickers again.

During her first class after lunch, Lucy's students were doing a test, so the room was silent as she sat at the head of the class, doing some marking. She looked up at her laptop screen and saw an email in her inbox. It was the internal school email system, so it was from another member of staff. Her heart sank when she saw the email address it came from: jack.ross@faculty.com. She opened the email and read it: Hey Lucy, thanks for earlier; you certainly seem to know what is best for you. Forgot to mention, I accidentally let slip about your little indiscretion with Peter, the Janitor who works on my side of the school grounds and cleans up the locker rooms. I cannot guarantee his silence, so maybe you need to come to the gym after last class and do something for us both? Something to think about. See you at 3 pm then. Thanks, Jack

Bastard! Lucy thought, having to keep her anger in, so as not to alert her class. She couldn't be sure if he was telling the truth, but...could she risk it? Maybe another blowjob she could handle? She decided she would go. She emailed back: Ok, fine. I will see you both at 3. She was pissed off, but still annoyed for being a little turned on.

Jack laughed to himself as he read Lucy's message. He had, in fact, not said a word to Peter. He and Peter were good friends. He had, though, bragged that he had an arrangement with Lucy, and lied about it being a regular thing. He just wanted to make her do whatever he wanted her to do, and figured that he could do something nice for his buddy in the process. He called Peter over and told him that Lucy wanted to fuck them both. He told him that she was an insatiable nympho and that she insisted on it. Peter couldn't believe his luck and was excited for the end of the day to come.

Lucy made her way over to the gym on the other side of the school. Jack would be in his little office that was next to the locker rooms. Students made their way out and began to head home as she went inside and knocked on Jack's office door and was invited in.

"Lucy! Glad you could make it," Jack beamed. He gestured over to Peter, who was sitting on the edge of the desk. "I think you know what to do," he said as he led Lucy over towards Peter. Lucy tried to avoid Peter's gaze as she reached down and unzipped him. His cock sprang free, and she leaned in and took him in her mouth.

Jack smiled at Peter, who looked at him, returning the smile as he enjoyed Lucy going to work on his cock. "Told you she was good, buddy!" Jack said as Lucy sucked at Peter's cock.

Lucy felt Peter's hand on the back of her head, and found herself getting incredibly aroused from being degraded like this. Suddenly, she felt hands on her hips, as she was slightly bent over. Jack had taken hold of her, and she felt his hands wandering up her skirt. To her own surprise, she didn't fight him off, and she became aware of her knickers being pulled down and pooling at her ankles.

"I think you knew this was coming, Lucy," Jack growled as he pressed his throbbing cock against her entrance. She took her mouth from Peter's cock, and looked round to Jack, as she used her hand to keep jerking Peter. She was too far gone now to object.

"Get on with it then," she breathed to Jack, as she turned and got back to slurping on Peter's cock. Jack entered her roughly and began fucking her. "Oh! Oh fuck!" Lucy cried out, surprised at how much she liked it.

Jack grunted and groaned as his cock stroked Lucy's inner walls, watching her hips bounce on him as she slobbered and slurped on his buddy's cock. "Oh, you filthy bitch! Lucy, I fucking knew you were!" he gasped as he pumped her. "Pete, get round here and have a turn," Jack instructed.

Peter begrudgingly took his cock from Lucy's mouth and hopped off the table and behind Lucy. Jack pulled out and made way for Peter, who took his place and drove himself into her. The pair of them alternated, taking turns having sex with her, listening to her panting, which had turned into moaning, as she clearly began enjoying it despite herself. She wasn’t even sure who was inside her when her orgasm hit. They both were close, and Jack pulled free from her and got her to kneel in front of them. The pair of them presented their cocks to her, and Lucy grabbed one as she sucked the other until Jack groaned an unmistakable sound.

"Lucy, open your fucking mouth, here it comes!" Jack cried out as he came hard, painting her face with a blast of cum, some went into her mouth whilst the rest streamed over her chin and cheeks. As she was trying to swallow down Jack’s load, Peter jerked himself furiously and peaked, aiming himself at Lucy's face, emptying his entire load into her open mouth, groaning as he did, making sure every drop was in there.

Lucy swallowed down both loads, and used her mouth to clean up both men's cocks as they twitched in front of her. She...