“What the fuck did you just do?” Becca looked at me with so much hatred, she could have been Hitler’s daughter.

I was stunned. I had no idea what I had just done, to be honest. I had taken a picture. A picture of Mr. Ford and Becca, naked, next to each other. After I walked in on her sucking him off.

“I… I don’t… I…” I stuttered, shaking. What the fuck was I thinking?! I thought to myself.

I had a very powerful picture in my phone. If anyone ever saw this photo, shit would go down. Mr. Ford would most definitely lose his job, and maybe even be arrested, and his wife would not like him fucking his student either. Becca, of course, would be removed from the school, and be humiliated in front of all of her friends. I had to delete this photo, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

I realized I had zoned out. Becca was up and walking up to me at a brisk pace, arm outstretched. I shoved my phone in my pocket, not really controlling myself anymore.

“Give me the fucking phone,” Becca said in a calm, yet terrifying voice.

“No.” I replied. I had no idea what I was planning on doing here, but I had to think of it fast.

“Well, why fucking not?” Becca shouted, while Mr. Ford slowly zipped up his pants.

“Well…” I started, stalling for time to think of an excuse. C’mon, think!

“Oh. I get it,” Becca threw her arms in the air, looking at Mr. Ford. “He’s fucking blackmailing us.”

I am? “I am,” I cut Becca off.

“Fine. What do you want? Money?” Becca crossed her arms, suddenly conscious of her tits being exposed to a sophomore.

“No, I don’t want money.” I was just talking at this point. I don’t know what I wanted.

Becca squinted her eyes and stared at me for a while. “Fine,” she finally said. “C’mon.” She pushed Mr. Ford’s door open and walked out.

What. The. Fuck. I followed Becca out of the doorway and just stared at her ass the whole way. I felt dirty, but why the fuck wouldn’t I?

She walked into the locker room and I went in after her. I turned to close the door, and turned back.

“Why did you bring me here?” I said, until I saw Becca on her knees.

“C’mon, let’s get this over with.” She gestured me over with her finger.

It took me a few seconds to register. “Oh….”

She tilted her head. “I mean, you want me to suck you off, right?”

It suddenly hit me. Was I blackmailing her for sex? I guess I was.

“Uh… Yeah. Right.” I stammered, suddenly nervous.

Becca nodded, and walked forward on her knees. Her hand reached for my crotch, and she started fondling my zipper. Is this fucking happening…? I thought, as the zipper came down. She unbuttoned my shorts and they slipped down to the floor. My cock sprang up at her face, startling her. She looked up at me without moving her head – you know, just moved her eyes? – and reached for my underwear. She pulled it down and gasped.

Now, I’m not fucking Ron Jeremy or anything, but I am fairly big down there. I felt slightly offended that Becca was surprised of my size, but who cares? She’s sucking it.

“Surprised?” I said, partly proud, yet still nervous.

“… Yeah, wasn’t expecting it.” She said. “Okay, let’s get this over with, I guess…” She stopped talking, and I closed my eyes. This can’t be fucking happening. My eyes shot open when I felt a warmth wrap around my cock. I looked down to see Becca sliding her mouth down my shaft. I gasped, unable to control myself. Holy fuck, I thought, as my cock went deeper into her mouth. I felt my cock reach the back of Becca’s throat, and watched as she came back up. Becca started bobbing her head up and down on my cock. Her tongue swirled around inside her mouth, playing with the head of my dick. Every time she bobbed up, she lightly sucked in. I had never had a blowjob before, but I knew for a fact Becca knew what she was doing. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and started to stroke.

“C’mon, just cum already.” She started to stroke faster, just wanting it to be over with.

I was just about to let it get the best of me, until I had a better idea. “Stop,” I said, pushing Becca away.

She looked up at me, and stopped stroking. “What?” She was obviously confused. Probably never had a guy stop her from making him cum before.

“… Turn around.” I said, motioning her to spin.

“Hey, you’re not putting it in me, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She held up a hand.

“No, no. That’s not what I’m thinking of…” I replied.

Becca sighed. “Alright, then, I guess.” She spun around and bent over. I could see her perfect pussy in between her legs, and I had to fight the urge to shove it in. I had a… safer plan in mind.

“Lift your feet up.” I motioned again, lifting my arms into the air.

“My feet…?” She said, confused, until a look of realization spread across her face. “Oh, fuck. Do you have a foot fetish?”

“Really? Isn’t it obvious?” I replied. For some reason, I was getting cocky. I still didn’t didn’t know what I was doing but I liked it.

She sighed again, and looked away. “Just go at it, I guess.”

This was it. I looked at her feet from behind. Her toes were right in my face, and her soles pointed to the ceiling. I had an amazing view of her ass and vagina, so this would be quite fun. I moved my mouth closer to her beautiful toes, until they were in my mouth. I slowly closed my mouth around her toes and felt a lightly salty taste spread across my tongue. I could have cum right then and there. I started to lightly suck on each toe, feeling her wiggle them in partial defiance. It only made it better for me. My nervousness went away, and I shoved my face into her soles. I sniffed in hard and smelled the natural foot smell as it coursed through my nose. It was amazing. I ran my tongue up her soles several times, making sure to savor the flavor. It must have been about ten minutes by the time I stopped. She looked over her shoulder when she felt the absence of a tongue on her soles.

“You done back there, buddy?” She said, sounding disgusted. When she spoke, though, I realized she was breathing heavily. Did she like that? Hell, how couldn’t she?

“No, actually.” I said, gaining confidence. “Sit on your ass and hold your legs out.” I was gonna have some fun.

She “reluctantly” complied, spinning over and sitting on that perfect ass of hers, lifting her long, smooth legs.

I grabbed the tops of both of her feet, and positioned my cock in between them. I slowly started thrusting in between her soles. It was an interesting feeling. Her foot skin felt partially rough, but not in a painful way. Her soles slid up and down my shaft, over the head, and back down again. I was starting to breath heavily. I knew I’d cum soon, so I had to make the orgasm count. I started thrusting faster and faster until I felt that all-too-familiar burning sensation in my balls. As I was about to cum, I noticed something I hadn’t seen before: Becca was rubbing her clit as I pounded away between her soles. Just seeing that made me bust a huge load all over Becca’s feet. Strings of cum shot out of my cock, falling on top of Becca’s feet, and dripping down in between her spread toes. I fell backwards against the wall and just sat there. I watched Becca stare at her feet for a few moments. “What the hell.” She said, and grabbed one of her feet. She pulled her foot up to her mouth and licked the cum from in between her toes, swallowing it all. I was surprised. Becca hadn’t seemed all to into the whole foot thing, and now she was licking my cum off of them. It was so hot, that I could already feel my cock hardening again. Becca must have seen it too, because her eyes made it down to my cock, where they stayed for a while. I don’t know what I saw in her eyes, but that look of hatred from earlier had disappeared, replaced with what appeared to be lust. She looked back up at me, and then back to my dick. I was wondering what she was doing, until she basically kept up onto me. Before I could react, she was positioning her pussy over my cock, ready to go. I was 110% aroused at this point, so I was ready to go. She lowered herself onto my dick. I felt the head push against her pussy, until it slid right in. Now, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t hard to get in Becca at all, but it wasn’t loose either. I felt my dick slide all the way into her, until she was basically sitting on my balls. I didn’t even care at that point. She breathed out as she lowered herself onto me, and started going back up. I could feel her walls moving around my cock as she moved up and down the shaft. I was amazed that I had already found something more pleasurable than her feet. At some point, before I could even say anything, Becca decided it was time for her to speed up. She started to ride my cock faster than I thought possible, and I could already feel myself nearing orgasm. Becca was moaning, very loudly as matter of fact. Honestly, with my penis inside of an amazingly attractive, tight senior girl, who was moaning at the top of her lungs because of me, I was afraid someone would hear her.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Becca cried, as she started to basically grind on me, while I was inside of her.

“Becca… Hold on… I’m going to cum…!” I was terrified. I was going to cum inside of Becca. I was going to make a fucking girl pregnant.

“It’s oooohfffFUCK… It’s okay… I’m on the pill.” She had trouble getting the sentence out, but I understood loud and clear. I started to thrust into Becca myself, until I felt that beautiful burn again. I gasped as I let loose another load deep into Becca’s pussy. I could feel her shaking from her own orgasm, and she practically fell on top of me from exhaustion.

“Holy… Fuck, Matt…” She said through jagged breaths. “That… Was Amaz…ing.”

“It really was, Becca… You don’t even know.” At that point, I realized I was still in Becca, which was a weird feeling. A flaccid penis in a vagina…

I slid out of Becca and slowly got up. “This is by far, the greatest day of my life.” I said to Becca, chuckling to myself.

Becca laughed too, despite her original outlook on the situation. “I gotta hand it to you, Matt… You seem to know your stuff… I hope you don’t mind, but I may need a few favors for you down the road.” She said with a wink.

I was amazed. This all felt like a fucking dream. “Yeah, of course. Any time.”

“So, we’re good now…?” She looked up at me with those stunning blue eyes.

It took me a second to realize what she meant. The picture. “Yeah, we’re good. I won’t show anyone. I’ll just keep it for myself.”

She seemed reluctant at first, but sighed. “Yeah, alright. That’s cool, I guess. And, uh… Thanks, by the way.” She said, before turning and walking away, presumably to get her clothes. As I watched her walk away, seeing that ass move… I knew it was wrong, but I had to milk this thing. “Actually…”

Becca stopped and slowly turned around. “Actually… What?”

I blurted out what came to my mind first. “I won’t show anyone that photo if… You can get… 15 girls from the band to fuck me like you did here tonight.”

She squinted at me again. I was nervous again. It was a long shot, but I felt like I had to take it. She looked down and closed her eyes. She whispered, “Fuck,” to herself before looking up and holding out her hand. “Fine. Fucking deal.”

I took her hand and we shook on it. As I watched her finally leave the locker room, I thought about that photo. I didn’t really have any plans to leak it, even if she wasn’t able to get 15 girls. I’ll take what I can get, then give mercy. I got dressed, headed for the door to the locker room, and walked to my car, all while trying not to think that my cock and Mr. Ford’s cock had been in the same mouth today.