The Past...

20 Years Earlier

The sharp trill of an old bell cut through the room. It rattled and rang an earsplitting cacophony that brought with it joy and hope. It was followed by the same sound as always; the screeching of dozens of chair legs upon a linoleum floor. After that came the steps and calls and laughs of over a dozen students being let out for the day. Summer approached. With it came the end of the school year and the promise of freedom. A few months away from the red brick building for most, but a lifetime for some. Graduation day wasn't far and concerns for the future grew among the student body.

One such body remained behind when all others had left the room. It was a curvy body, one that had developed early and developed well. It was a body with long legs, large breasts and wavy golden hair. It was a body that was on display; framed and highlighted by a short skirt and tied off shirt. A light sheen grown from the heat of the approaching season covered the exposed bits of skin, coalescing into beads of sweat running down the chest and vanishing into the pushed up cleavage so clearly in view. It was the body of a student who, like her peers, had concerns for the future.

It was a body that spent more time with boys then books. It was a body that would be seen again the following year if a miracle didn't improve its grades. It was a body willing to do anything to spare itself the humiliation of repeating a year or dropping out.

"Amber?" The balding teacher looked up from his desk to see the young woman still seated at her own. "Did you need something?"

She bit her lip. Sultry, a gesture meant to signal desire. She twirled her hair. Playful, a sign she was interested. And as a final act that made the previous two irrelevant; she slowly spread her knees to let a plaid skirt ride up her thighs. Subtle, a word she didn't really understand. Which would surprise no one given that she was failing English. A fact her now befuddled english teacher could easily change.

"I, um..." He cleared his throat and tried to remain professional as fabric gave way to skin. He failed. "...you ahh, you need my help with something?"

Her knees had separated as far as they would and the red underwear of the spread eagled blonde sat in plain view. She tugged at the knot in her shirt to make it fall open and display her considerable bust. A lacy black bra pressed her mounds of flesh tightly, pushing them up and into the face of any lucky enough to see them. The fabric was shear and delicate in many places and betrayed hints of pink nipples to the discerning eye.

The teachers eyes were very discerning.

"I- um, you should, uh..." He crossed his legs to hide the bulge in his pants. "You shouldn't be behaving in such a manner."

Amber stood and walked to his desk. It was an intentionally slow and sexual gait with one leg crossing the other and excessive swaying of the hips. She mounted the man in his chair, bringing her chest to his face and wrapping her arms around his balding head. He went silent as he took in her smell, her heat, the softness of her legs on his own, the sound of her heavy breathing in his ear.

Her voice was airy, soft but warm. "You're older. Mature. Distinguished. I've always liked that."

She didn't know what distinguished meant until twenty minutes earlier when she used a thesaurus for the first, last and only time in her life. Had her teacher not been so thoroughly distracted he would have guessed as much. He would have also already guessed what she was about to ask.

"Mr. Haroldson..." She pouted. "...I'm sorry I didn't do better in your class. I try to focus, but..." She began to grind herself against his leg. "...but I keep getting distracted. Maybe we can help eachother out?"

"Well I- well that is we can't..."

He struggled to argue against her as she slid down his body and knelt between his legs. The teen groped at the bulge in his pants and locked her blue eyes onto his.

"No one else has to know. It can be our little secret." The promise came with a smile. "If you bump up my grade I'll do whatever you want."

He didn't have a chance to answer before she had undone his belt and begun working on his pants.

"Please?"

He didn't have to say anything, having instead he pulled off his pants and briefs to let his erection spring free. His member was of average length and girth, nothing remarkable and nothing to be ashamed of. There was still some shame to be had, however, as the man had nearly blown his load from just the teasing. It took Amber only a few pumps before she had her teachers cum oozing over her hand.

"Wasn't that nice? A handy from your favorite student? You're going to bump up my grade, aren't you?" The last question came as more of a demand.

"I, uh, yes. Yes, I think I will. Miss, I believe your grade in my class should be a D."

"Just a D?"

"Yes."

"Excuse me? I need it higher then that. I'm worth more then a D."

The man had grown both disappointed in how little they did together and bold in his position as the giver of grades.

"Well, you see, the thing is, an F to a D isn't much and to be fair, you didn't give me much. If you wanted something a little higher you'd need to give me a little more."

She scowled for a moment before forcing a smile.

"Alright, what did you have in mind?"

Later

In a locked classroom in an empty school there knelt a teenage whore. In her hands and in her mouth were the cocks of men who taught her. Her left hand pumped a shaft belonging to her math teacher. h
Her right massaged her gym teachers knob. Her tongue ran up the length of her english teachers fuck stick.

Amber was in her element. She had long ago realized she could get whatever she wanted with her looks. Some teasing, some flirting, some flashing, a few veiled promises; enough for most things. For the rest there was sucking and fucking. It's like her father always said, "If you love doing something you're good at, try to make a living doing it." He was talking about woodworking, but the concept still applied. She enjoyed it. She was good at it. And while the men around her were older and less attractive than she preferred, there were three of them and three blue little pills in their systems. She genuinely looked forward to what was coming.

The men pulled the blonde to her feet and began groping at her body. A plush ass barely covered in lacy red panties and large young breasts put on display by a black bra; the tools of her trade and objects of their desire. The groping intensified as they stripped her.

Ambers breasts were large, soft and not yet weighed down by time. The gym teacher aggressively kneaded them before planting his mouth on a large pink nipple. She responded to his suckling with a moan. The math teacher focused on her young but experienced pussy. He had no trouble slipping three fingers into her warm, wet and waiting hole. The english teacher positioned himself behind her to rub his cock between her cheeks.

But there would be no back door action.

The four had an agreement; for two hours she would suck their dicks, they could grope her body and each could fuck her pussy. The problem was one of cum. The girls body was a hormone driven incubator screaming to be fertilized. She knew her chances of getting pregnant were high but the men had all wanted to do her raw. So the last term of their deal was that they would finish on her, not in her. In exchange she would receive a B grade in each of their classes.

She found herself pushed over the classrooms front desk and spread her legs without thinking. It was her natural response.

First came the english teacher. He slid the tip of his chemically fueled erection up and down across his students dripping cunt. She gasped at the touch. Then came the insertion; slow and smooth. He savored the heat and slickness of the teenage cunt as it enveloped his cock. They both breathed heavily as he bottomed out.

Harraldson took the girl by the hips and got to work while his peers stroked themselves. Thighs slapping against thighs and the moans of a young woman echoed in the otherwise empty classroom. Her teacher had already grown red in the face, beads of sweat ran down his aging body as he did his best to fuck like a young buck.

"Oh fuck, holy fuck..."

He could feel his ejaculate work up his shaft. In spite of the agreement he continued to fuck eighteen year old bent over before him. He had stopped caring about the consequences the moment his cock touched her young cunt. Harraldson gripped her hips as tight as he could as he bottomed out with one last thrust.

"Wait, what? Are you cumming?!" Amber twisted to the side to escape his grip. With her plush ass and one foot on the desk the girl inspected herself. A dribble of hot white cum escaped her. "Are you fucking kidding me? We agreed no cumming inside! I could get pregnant you dumbass!"

"Well, I couldn't really help myself..." Harraldson tried his best to amend the situation, the glare he got in return was all he needed to know he was failing. "...alright, how about I give you an A?"

Silence fell upon the trio.

"All right, I guess. Give me an A and I'll let it slide."

"Well, since that lines been crossed..." The gym teacher stepped forward with his cock in hand. "...would you like an A in gym?"

A few weeks later

What had been intended to improve her future had jeopardized it further. Grad was just around the corner and she had improved her grades considerably. But then came the signs, the changes to her body. All the things both big and little that signified what she had hoped to avoid.

Amber was pregnant.

It was early and she had no doubt how it happened. The problem was that she didn't know who the father was and even if she did he would have been a teacher at her highschool. Abortion was an option, but getting one in her small town without everyone finding out was unlikely. She would have rather dropped out than faced that stigma.

Only one course of action cut through her panic and fear and anger over the situation; find someone to be the kids father. It would have to he someone older with money or younger and likely to succeed. An attractive someone with a nice cock was preferable. Someone with drive and dedication to their work would be ideal. In that case she could more easily sleep around. What was most important was that the someone was the sort of person that would take care of her, the sort of person that would never abandon her or their kid.

In her mind it was a good plan. Find and fuck the some guy, disappear for a bit, come back with a belly and pressure him to do right by her. Easy.

All she needed was the right man.