Custer's Last Stand

Table of Contents

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

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Foreword

As so often happens, this story blew up in my mind after I read another author's story. What happens is I sometimes read their story and imagine it in a different way. We all have our kinks and likes and dislikes and it's really difficult to find stories that match those things perfectly. So, at least in my case, my imagination takes the idea and spins it out the way I would have written it if it was my idea in the first place. In this case, the story that inspired what you're reading is called: Blackmailed: Cheerleader's Cherry and the author who wrote it is silkstockingslover.

Silkstockingslover is so good at her craft that I could not think of this plot beginning in any other way, so I shamelessly appropriated the first page or two of her story. I tried to say the same things in different ways, but her storytelling was just perfect, at least in the beginning. And it's probably perfect for her fans just the way it is. Then my imagination took over and it goes off in a sort of different way. There are places, sprinkled here and there, where her words are also used because they couldn't be improved upon. Oddly (or maybe not so oddly) my story ends up very much like her story ended up. Sort of.

Anyway, there will be a few lines here and there that are pure silkstockingslover because I genuinely could not find another way to say the same thing and have it be as powerful as it needed to be. There are only a dozen or two lines like that, though, and I don't think that amounts to official plagiarism, especially since I'm giving silkstockingslover the props she deserves. This isn't the only story she's written that fired up my imagination.

So, there you are. After page two or three it's all legitimately mine. In those first few pages, I couldn't improve on it and sometimes there was no way of saying it in a different manner and have it be as powerful as it already was.

I thought maybe I should throw myself on silkstockingslover's sword. Or at least her box cutter.

Bob

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Chapter One

Who am I? I'm a high school principal. Why should you care? Well, maybe you shouldn't. Most stories like mine end up with a bald guy with a beer belly being perp-walked out of his own school and the scandal being exposed. What scandal? Why, the fact that this poor idiot fucked one of his students. In this case it was a girl, but sometimes I guess it goes the other way. Anyway, my point is, I'm really lucky because the story didn't end that way for me.

Hmmm. Depending on the statute of limitations.

Never mind. I'm actually retired, now, but whenever I think of what happened it takes me back and it seems like it's happening to me again. In living color. So that's how I'm going to tell you the story, as if it was happening right now.

The school I headed up was the biggest one in a city I won't name, and, though it was in an affluent district, I still faced the same challenges as any other principal might face. There were the ever-present drug busts by the school resource officer, kids who thought they were entitled to good grades, no matter how much trouble they caused, and even gangs. There was plenty of bullying, both in person and the cyber type. And there were the teenage relationship fiascos. It's a good thing they don't allow guns in schools, because kids get so passionate the homicide rate would quadruple in every state.

I've also had ridiculously attractive mothers flirt with me, and even straight out offer me sex not to suspend or expel their child. I used to take some of them to bed, occasionally, but then one of them let me get her pregnant because her husband clipped his nuts without her permission. I was not aware of her motivation at the time. I've been less eager to fuck hot MILFs since then. I don't want irate husbands on my hands. They can legally carry a gun. On occasion I've had very pretty teenage girls offer themselves to me as well... but until recently, I'd always resisted the temptations.

But a divorce, a long dry spell between affairs, and bitterness at the landslide of academic changes being forced down the throats of the teaching profession nationwide (for 'No Child Left Behind', read: 'Flood All Teachers with Excessive Bullshit Paperwork to Prove their Worth, and Mandate that the Only Education that Matters is Measured by Standardized Tests, and Thus every Child is Left Behind') all coalesced at once, causing my moral shell to wither.

And when I succumbed... I really succumbed!

By the last school bell on Friday I weakened. The day had already been a compete shit-show, so I was already on the brink of losing it completely ... when even I was caught by surprise. Mister Parks, the school custodian, brought me two students he had caught having sex in his storage closet. Mister Parks has a military past that imbued in him the ability to handle kids, whether they wanted to be handled or not.

Anyway, he brought me Amanda Worthington, our cheerleading captain, and Marcus Green ... and can you believe it was with Marcus Green? If you don't know him, he was our regional chess champ; not athletic at all, but our resident geek in every sense of the word. He was even more unusual in that role because he was midnight black. Amanda was as lily white as white could be. We didn't live in an overtly racist town, but there were no mixed race couples in town, either, at least not that I knew about. Not in a million years could I have been ready for this... it made no sense! As far as I knew, she was dating Todd Wilson, the school's starting linebacker. So I pulled the two fuckers (literally) into my office, and, while I searched them, asked the obvious question (ignoring the more obvious one I really wanted to ask), "Why would you two decide to fool around in a janitor's closet?" When I pulled a little baggie of smoke out of Amanda's purse, both kids had looks of shock on their faces.

Marcus looked like he'd already shit his pants, possibly because he thought he would somehow be accused of part ownership of the dope. Amanda burst into tears. But, given my twenty years of doing this job, I knew those weren't real tears. They were the standard 'I'm-really-good-at-crying-on-cue-to-get-out-of-trouble' tears.

Mister Parks let go of each elbow he had squeezed and both students gave a sigh of relief and rubbed the pain that was there.

"They were fucking in my closet," said Mister Parks. "She had one leg pointing straight up, like they do in the gym, sometimes." Then he turned and left. His job had been done.

I let the silence build some tension.

Marcus finally stammered, "I-I-I am so sorry Mr. Custer, it was a really stupid thing to do."

Ignoring the crocodile-tears-girl, I explained, "You realize that if this transgression goes on your record, you can kiss Harvard goodbye."

"Y-y-yes, Sir," a completely devastated Marcus stuttered. He was used to being the perfect student and this wasn't in his wheelhouse. I suspected that none of this was in his wheelhouse. Amanda Worthington was the most popular girl in school and she did not date geeks. I had never seen him with any kids other than the geek squad. The geek squad did have a few girls in it, but they didn't appear to be in the market for a boyfriend.

"I have the discretion to handle this in a couple of ways," I said. "Before I make my decision, though, I'm rather curious that two such disparate students were found doing what you were doing. I want to know why this happened, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't because you two were attracted to each other socially."

Marcus licked his lips and spoke.

"Amanda told me to meet her in the janitor's closet after school. She said she wanted to ask me a question. I thought it was odd that she wanted to do that in the janitor's closet, and that made me curious, so I went. If I was being pranked, I could live with that. People laugh at me all the time."

"So you went, having no idea what she wanted."

"Yes. And she was already there when I arrived, and she asked if it was true."

"If what was true?" I asked.

Amanda finally spoke up, or actually she barked, "Shut up, Marcus!"

I glared at the blond cheerleader, in her cheerleader uniform, since it was Friday. Her face was a mess from the mixture of tears and water soluble make-up.

"It's you who will shut up," I said. "You'll get your chance to explain. In fact, go wait out in the officer until I call you."

"But..." she began to protest.

"No buts, go!" I ordered, "and stand on the other side of the office, so you can't listen in," I added, my voice rising, daring her to make any further objections. "And you'd better be there when I call for you. I haven't called the cops yet," I waved the baggy at her, "but I will for sure if you leave."

Once she left, I said, "Go ahead, Marcus. Then what happened?"

"She asked me if the rumors about the size of my um... well... um..." the shy nerd stalled out, but his fingers brushed at the front of his jeans. I noticed his belt was still undone. Mister Parks had only let him get partly decent, unless he'd just pulled it out of his zipper without taking his pants off. In this situation, I imagined it could go either way. I'm sure they were worried about being caught. Teenage sex is fraught with guilt and hastiness.

"Your penis?" I queried.

"Yes, Sir," he answered.

"So she wanted to know if certain rumors about the size of your penis were true."

I knew about this persistent rumor and also knew it was poppycock, no pun intended. True, one can see dozens and dozens of very large penises at any number of porn sites, but you have to look at percentages. What percentage do male porn stars represent in the male population at large? It's a number that won't be on the left side of a decimal point; I'd bet you that. It will probably have a non-zero number only starting in the third position to the right of a decimal point.

Then I thought about what Mister Parks had said. They were having sex. If Marcus had a "normal" cock, she wouldn't have been impressed, right? I mean she was the kind of girl who looked like she'd seen dozens, maybe hundreds of male appendages. So if she stayed to dally, she must have been impressed, right?

"Yes, Sir," he said, answering my question and bringing my mind back to the situation at hand. Now, my ears had provided me with information I needed to explore. I knew this young man was worried about his academic future. But his attitude was a little off, like he wasn't as worried as I expected him to be.

"So you showed her," I said.

"Yes, Sir," he said.

"Like you have showed it to … others?" I took a shot in the dark.

"Not in school, Sir," he said.

I smiled. "Was she impressed?"

He shot a look at me but then just said, "She said she was, Sir."

"How long had you two been in there before you were caught?"

"Less than ten minutes, Sir."

"Mister Parks said you two were standing, and she had one leg raised. Not the best position to experience something really enjoyable. Did she suck you first?"

"Yes, Sir." There was no resistance left in him and he cooperated completely. A non-geek would at least have said it was none of my business. He was answering questions, though, and the voyeur part of me insisted on asking the good ones.

"Did you ejaculate in her?"

"No, Sir. We didn't have time. We'd only been … um … doing it for a couple of minutes."

Poor fucker. Getting to bone the hottest cheerleader in the school, and then getting caught only a couple minutes into it. Life is not fair!

"Tell you what, Marcus. You're a good kid, and you have no infractions on your record. I'd hate for you to lose your free ride to Harvard. Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes Sir," he replied, a glimmer of hope shining eagerly in his eyes.

"This never happened. No one knows otherwise but you, Amanda, Mister Parks, and myself. So if don't tell anyone about it, I'll pretend it never happened. Mister Parks won't say anything to anybody. All he probably cares about is what body fluids the two of you might have left on his floor. He'll assume that appropriate disciplinary action has been taken."

"Wow! Thank you, Sir," he agreed enthusiastically. "But what about Amanda?"

"I'll deal with Amanda," I replied. "Have a good weekend, Marcus."

"Thank you, thank you, Sir," he said, clearly elated.

"You are most welcome. On your way out, send Amanda in."

"Yes, Sir."

A minute later Amanda walked into my office and closed the door. She proceeded to her chair with a sexy wiggle, one that I'm sure had often assisted in getting her out of trouble in the past. Sitting down, she made sure to show a lot of leg. The chances that she was wearing panties were fifty-fifty. She could have pulled them aside to get him in her, or she could have taken them off. If she had taken them off, they were probably one of Mister Parks' trophies and she'd never see them again.

I smiled. I was about to do something crazy, but my world has been crazy for quite a while, now. The only way I can describe it is that something snapped inside me and I decided I was due some happiness, even if it was taboo happiness. And I had the situation and leverage that would get it for me.

"Miss Worthington, let's leave the weed for later. I believe it's undeniable that you copulated ... on school property and right after school hours with that timid young man. I believe that he could never find the courage to make any moves on you, so you must have been the instigator. Is that correct?"

The resistance was gone from her, too. She knew she was in deep, deep trouble.

"Yes, Sir." She knew now that her usual manipulative skills wouldn't work, here. Still, she first tried the standard approach. "Mr. Custer, I promise it won't happen again."

I replied, "I would like to believe that, but if I recall correctly, this is your third infraction of various kinds at this school. The first was plagiarizing an essay, and the second was a hazing incident."

She hurried to defend herself. "I apologized for the plagiarizing and wrote a thousand lines on the chalkboard. I was in the ninth grade and stupid. The hazing was