Blowing A Teacher... And Then The Principle... And School Priest

I was raised in a very strict Catholic family, and went to Catholic schools my whole life. I was a little rebellious in Highschool, but didn't have much opportunity to be. I lost my virginity sophomore year with a guy I had dated for about a year, but after we broke up I hooked up with a couple of other guys. I liked partying and drinking, but it was super hard for me to be out to do it so I didn't drink often.

Here is an example of how strict my parents are... There was a party one night at my friends house while her parents were out of town, I was not a part of the party, I was at home with my family. I knew about the party and would have wanted to be there, but I couldn't get an excuse to get out of the house that they would permit. That party got busted by cops and the story was spreading around between the school parents. I got grounded because I didn't tell on them for having the party.

I was accepted to go to college and in the last semester my senior year I was getting a D in Calculus. Fearing my parents wrath, I made tried to appeal to the teacher to see if there was any type of extra credit or work I could do to bring up my grade. He was being ambiguous and saying things like "There might be, but I cant give you any extra credit projects because that wouldnt be fair to the other students, but if you have any ideas I can work with them." I had an idea that he may be hinting towards some kind of sexual favor but I was too terrified to offer because I was again worried about if my hunch was wrong and he told my parents. They probably would have grounded me forever. He said "I do want to help, if you want I can lock the door now and we can stay in here until we figure something out without being unfair to the rest of the class." He got up and locked the door and kept adjusting his package through his khakis. He kept saying that if I could come up with a good idea, he would be able to give me extra credit, so I said "Maybe I can help you with that" and gestured towards his crotch. I could tell he got excited by that answer because his voice cracked, but he tried to play it cool and said "Only if you really want, but I think that would work for getting your grade up." He sat in his chair and said "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, you can come here and just do whatever you want," He undid the button on his khakis and then left the zipper and the rest for me to pull down. I pulled down and then worked his pants and boxers down enough for his rock hard dick to swing up. I was stroking him with my hand for about 30 seconds and then he grabbed the base and pointed it towards my mouth. I got the hint and wrapped my lips around it and started to blow him.

A few minutes of that and he asked "Would you be more comfortable with your shirt off?" I wouldn't have been, but I knew why he suggested it, so I took it off. He was grabbing at my boobs while I knelt between his legs. A few more minutes and he started breathing heavy, tensing up, and tapping the back of my head. I got it as deep into my mouth as I cool and let him release his bitter sperm up in my mouth. When he was done i pulled back and swallowed his load. He told me not to worry about my grade and I left nervous that somehow my parents would find out, but glad to have my grade taken care of.

I told someone who I thought was a friend the next day about it and she was very supportive while also joking with me about it. Having someone else know helped ease my nerves that I didn't have to worry. This was not the case at all, the following week I was called into the Dean's office, where the Dean and the school priest were waiting for me. My supposed friend was jealous of how I got my grade up and ratted on me... They said "I heard a rumor that you may have had an inappropriate interaction with one of the faculty members and I wanted to talk to you about it directly. Do you know what I might be talking about?" I played dumb, but I also had a legit panic attack. My mind just went completely blank for a minute, my heart dropped and I started breathing like I sprinted 10 miles. Before I got myself fully collected they said "We looked into it and saw that your Calculus grade has improved recently." Now I knew I was dead. They said they believed me but had to talk real qucik and asked me to sit back outside the office. I literally thought about walking out of the school and just heading in a direction and going that way until I found some new town to live in, never to see my family again.

I was called back into the office They said "We don't want to have to change anything or tell anyone about this. We believe you and don't want to spread any rumor that may hurt you. If you want to show us what may have happened, we can all forget about this and move on." I was still paniced and insisted that nothing happened, and they said "If we have conflicting stories, we will have to do an investigation, but if you just want to show us exactly what happened, no one else will ever know about it. You can start by showing Father Joe. I will leave you to alone and what you show him will be between you and him." The principle left the office. Fr. Joe was sitting in a chair that was on a side wall of the office and told me to come over and to pray on our knees. We said a hail Mary kneeling and facing eachother, and then he sat back in the chair unfastened his belt and told me to show him exactly what had happened. He untucked his black shirt from his black pants and whipped out his own dick. I was shocked, but followed by relief that I was going to be able to suck my way out of another bad situation. His dick was in my mouth for about 30 seconds before he started cumming in my mouth. I swallowed and as he stood up and fastened his pants and shirt, he said "All god sees is your honesty today, You have done the right thing." He left the office and about a minute later the principle came back in and said. Father told me that you have made the right choice. I just need you to show me what happened so we can forget about this whole thing. He went to his desk chair and also took the liberty of taking his own dick out. He was not so quick, I was sucking on him for probably 10 minutes before he slid his hand down my V cut t shirt and under my bra. He gently pinched at my nipples before taking my hand and placing it on his balls. I started to use that hand to massage his balls while sucking him and he came in my mouth shortly after that. He told me that "If there was ever any other issues, I just need to be honest and tell him what happened and there wont be problems." This time I didn't tell anyone (until now) what I had done. It never came back to bite me and I got a B in Calculus.