Virgin Cheerleader's Teacher
by Simka Vbah
Copyright© 2026 by Simka Vbah
Simka stood outside the door to Mr. Touch’s classroom. It was after school, after her cheerleader practice, and she wanted to go home. But Mr. Touch said he wanted to talk to her. Mr. Touch was her homeroom teacher and had approached her at the start of cheerleader practice to say that it was urgent that he talk to her before she went home. She did not know why he wanted to see her, only that he did.
Simka was about five foot five with blonde hair that came down halfway down her back. She was petite, yet athletic, in great shape, not only because of her cheerleading, but because she worked out some. She knew that she had a great-looking body and wanted to keep it that way. She was also a virgin and meant to keep that as well.
She opened the door and walked into Mr. Touch’s room. He was sitting behind his desk, looking at things on his computer. He was an older teacher, at least from her perspective. In his thirties, he also kept himself in great shape through working out, though he had different reasons than her for wanting to be in good shape. He had short brown hair and a short, trim beard. As she came in, he looked up at her.
“Hello Simka. Thank you for coming. Please have a seat.”
Mr. Touch indicated a desk in front of his. She walked over and sat down where he indicated.
“You wanted to see me?” She asked him, wanting to get this over with so that she could go home and talk to her friends on the phone and the computer. She had been doing more and more of this lately, enjoying the freedom that her parents had given her since her 18th birthday a few short weeks ago.
“Yes, I did.” He replied, moving so he could look at her instead of his computer. Of course, he already knew what she looked like from her time in his class, as well as watching her cheer, but it never hurt him to look at her some more. “It is about your grades. They have fallen quite a lot.”
She looked at him with surprise on her face. “But they were fine on my last report card.”
He nodded his head. “Yes, they were fine on your last report card, but now all of your grades are F’s. This means that I am going to have to kick you off the cheerleading team.”
This got the reaction from her that he was looking for. She sat up straight and looked scared. “What? No, you can’t. I can’t be kicked off the cheerleading team. I have a scholarship for cheerleading, and if I get kicked off the team, then I will lose the scholarship and won’t be able to go to college.” She looked like she was about to cry.
“You know the rules. If you are not passing your classes, you can’t be on the team. I’m sorry, but I will have to kick you off the team until your grades are brought up.” He snuck a peek at his computer where her grades were listed, not a single one below a B, but he knew that she hadn’t been keeping track of her grades like she was supposed to. He wanted to see how far she would be willing to go to keep her grades up.
Now she did begin to cry. “No, please, you can’t kick me off the team. You must give me a chance to bring up all my grades. I can do it too, just please give me a chance and a bit of time.”
He looked at her and shook his head slightly. “You know that I can’t do that. I don’t want to kick you off the team, but I don’t have any other options.”
She looked up at him. “Please, is there nothing I can do? I will do anything, anything to stay on the team.”
He looked at her, pretending to think it over. In reality, he was thinking about what kinds of “anything” he could get her to do. “Well, maybe there is something you can do.” He paused and watched her sit upright, the tears trying to stop falling, as she looked at him, eagerly awaiting this something that she might be able to do. “Since,” he continued. “It means so much to you to be a cheerleader, then why don’t you stand up and show me some of your cheers, and I will see if that raises your grades any.”
She looked slightly confused but stood up anyways. If doing some cheers would bring her grades up and keep her on the team, then some cheers with what she will do. She just had to stay on the team and keep her scholarship; otherwise, her parents might just kill her. She moved in between the desk she had been sitting in and his desk and began to do one of her more basic cheers. This cheer had her moving around some and involved some leg kicks where her foot came up to her head. She purposely did these so that she was pointed in his direction, hoping that this would help her out. When she finished the cheer, she looked at him hopefully. “Well, how was that?”
He looked at her thoughtfully. “It was nice, but not really what is needed to bring your grades up to passing.” He paused to watch the look on her face go from hopeful to crushed, again. Now was the time to move her towards doing the “anything” he wanted her to do. “Maybe you could show a bit more skin? That might help your grades more.”
She looked at her teacher, not sure if she really heard what she thought she heard. “Show more skin?”
He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Why don’t you remove your cheerleader uniform and do another cheer for me, and we will see what your grade is then.”
She stood there for a second, unsure of what to do. On one hand, she didn’t want to get out of her cheerleader uniform in front of her teacher, but on the other, she needed to bring her grades up so she could stay on the cheerleading team. As she stood there thinking her teacher was watching her, knowing the inner turmoil she was putting herself through, she hoped that she would choose to do as he suggested.
Finally, she came to a decision and looked at him. “If this will bring my grades up, then I must do it.” She removed her cheerleading top first, revealing a white undershirt which covered her bra and breasts. She then removed her cheerleading skirt, leaving her cheerleading panties on. She set her top and skirt on her desk, then got into position for another cheer. This time, she did one of the harder ones. This cheer required her to do the splits to the floor and stand back up again, a couple of backflips, and a jump at the end. The jump meant that she had to do the splits in the air with her fingers touching her shoes while still in the air.
When she finally stopped, she was a little winded, but she still looked at her teacher. “Please, was that good enough for me to be passing?”
He shook his head as he looked at her. “While that was much better, it still doesn’t do much for your grades. It brings them up to D’s, which is still not passing.”
She gasped. “But, but, I need to get my grades to passing. Is there anything else I can do to bring my grades up more?”
He looked thoughtful. “Would you do anything to get your grades brought up?”
She almost shouted out her answer. “Yes, please. I would do anything at all to bring my grades up. Please, you have to help me.”
He smiled as he looked at her. “Well, let’s work on getting your grades up. Maybe if you gave me a blowjob, we could get your grades to a C.”
She looked very shocked as she heard this. “A, a blowjob? That would get me to a C? Would that make me be passing?” She sounded very uncertain.
He nodded his head. “It might be able to. We’ll have to see how good it is.”
She sighed softly, but walked over to the desk. “I guess I will just have to make it good.” She hoped that she was able to do a good enough job, having never done this before.
He unzipped his pants and took them off, showing his large, hard cock. He sat back down in his chair and motioned her to come towards his cock.
She looked shocked at the size of his cock and just for a moment thought about leaving, but she really needed the grade and to be able to stay as a cheerleader, so she dropped to her knees, still in the clothes she had worn the last cheer in. She took her hands and placed them on his cock, a bit uncertainly, as this was new to her. She slowly began to move her hands up and down and slowly moved her mouth towards his cock, but did not put it in her mouth yet.
He looked down at her. “Are you going to suck it or not?”
She looked up into his eyes for a moment, then dropped her eyes back to the cock in front of her and moved her mouth forwards slowly until her lips were touching the head of the cock. She sighed softly and opened her mouth and moved forward even more, slowly taking the cock into her mouth. She stopped there, but let her tongue dart around inside her mouth, caressing the cock head.
He let out a small moan. “Oh yeah, keep that up, you little slut.”
She was shocked to hear herself called a slut, but did not remove the cock head from her mouth to complain; instead, she moved her head forward, taking more and more of the cock in her mouth, her tongue continuing to move around it. She started to suck on it a bit as well. When she felt the cock reach her throat, she stopped moving forward; instead, she started to move her head backwards a bit, then forward again, keeping up the sucking and tonguing actions, but never taking the cock fully to the base, never taking it in her throat.
He looked at her and noticed she was not taking the whole thing. “Come on, slut; take it all the way in.”
She pushes forward a bit more, trying to get more of the cock in her mouth, but doesn’t seem able to do it. She looks up at his eyes as she tries again and again, without success. Her eyes show that she is determined to do this right. She just needs a second to think.
He looks at her. “Come on, just take it in already.”
She hears it in his voice that if she doesn’t do this then she will not get her C, or be a cheerleader. She has a thought and puts it into action. Her hands come up and grab a hold of his ass. She pulls back off the cock a bit and moves forward again. As the cock reaches her throat she pushes her head forward again while pulling his ass, and thus his cock, forward. This results in his cock finally moving into her throat, her nose slamming forward until it can’t move anymore, resting in his pubic hairs. She holds still for a moment before moving backwards in a hurry, the cock leaving her mouth as she gags and coughs a bit.
“OK, then.” He said, grinning at her. “If you can’t take it in your mouth, we’ll have to find a different place to put it then. So why don’t you take off your clothes for me, like in a strip tease?”
She coughs a bit more and rocks back on her heels and looks up at you. “Wha, what do you mean?” She stutters a bit, staying on her knees. “A strip tease?”
“Yes, a strip tease.” He smiles at her. “Where you take off your clothes as slutty as you can.”
She looks up at him, her eyes watering a bit, but she says nothing as she stands up and takes a step back from him. She grabs a hold of the bottom of her white undershirt and slowly pulls it up over her head, exposing her bra-covered breasts.
He grins. “That’s good. Now move around and take off the bra.”
She looks resigned and begins to slowly sway her body around. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, moving her hands to the straps and pauses for a second before sighing and moving the bra down her arms and off her breasts. She lets the bra fall to the floor, but puts her arms in front of her breasts to cover them up. “Please, haven’t I done enough to pass and stay a cheerleader?” She pleads softly.
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, currently you are at a C, but you’re going to need to do better than that to stay a cheerleader. So you had better move your arms away from your tits and take off your panties.”
Tears start to slowly roll down her face as she moves her arms away from her breasts and down to her cheerleader panties. She grabs a hold of them and starts to lower them, exposing her regular panties beneath them. She continues to lower the cheerleader panties until they are down her legs and she steps out of them, her shoes and socks still on her feet.
He smiles at her. “Very good, I’d say that gives you a B. If you want an A you are going to have to have sex with me.”
With tears still falling she looks shocked and then a bit happy. “I have a B? That is good, and passing. And I can stay as a cheerleader.”
He interrupts her. “Well, actually no. To get the B you have to finish taking off your panties first. Then for your A you will have to have sex with me.”
She still looks shocked, but continued on. “Still, it is a B and that is still passing.” She hesitates just for a moment before removing her panties, again removing them over her shoes and socks. She then looks up at him, her hands at her sides. “I am still a virgin and want to stay that way, and since I don’t need an A to be passing and stay as a cheerleader then I don’t want to have sex.”
He looks at her now nude form, taking it all in, and then smiles as she admits that she is a virgin. He hit the jackpot this time, a cheerleader AND a virgin. “Yes, it is passing. But in this school, cheerleaders have to have A’s to compete.”
She looks shocked and a bit dismayed, tears starting to fall again. “What? I have to have an A?” She falls to her knees in front of you. “Haven’t I done enough for an A? Please, I don’t want to have sex yet.” Her tears are really falling now.
He shakes his head at her. “I’m sorry, but that’s the only way for the A.” He smiles to himself, knowing that she will do it.
She continues to cry while moving towards him a bit on her knees. “Let me suck your cock again for an A, please? I promise to do a better job of it this time.”
He again shakes his head. “I’m sorry; the most that would get you is a B.”
“Just a B? Is there nothing else I can do to get an A? I’m a virgin and want to stay that way. She pleads with him as she grabs a hold of his cock with her hands and begins to lightly jerk it, hoping for a change of mind.
He looks down at her and sees her wet pussy dripping onto the floor. “Sex is the only way for an A.”
She sighs deeply and continues to cry.
He looks down at her again. “It is your choice. We can stop now and you can keep your virginity.” He pauses for a moment, waiting to see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. When he sees it he continues. “Of course, that would mean that you are off the cheerleading team.” He grins as he sees the hope in her eyes die. “Or, you can give me your virginity by fucking me, have passing grades, and stay on the cheerleading team. So it is your choice if you want to keep being a cheerleader or not.”
She lets go of his cock but continues crying while nodding. “If that is the only way I guess I have no choice.”
“Of course you have a choice.” He says this as he lies down on the ground. “Now, get down here, mount my cock and ride it.”
She watches him lay down on the ground, sighs, and then she gets down on her knees, sitting so that her pussy is near his cock, looking him in the face. “I, I’m not sure what to do. I’m still a virgin and have never done this before. Please is there nothing else I can do?” She continues to cry softly while making one last plea.
He looks up at her face. “No, you have to do this if you want to remain a cheerleader.” As he tells her this, he takes his cock, lines it up with her wet virgin pussy, and pushes it in to her, getting just the head in. He is grinning as he does it, knowing that she will soon be his.
She cries out as he shoves his cock in to her, even though it does not go in very deep. “OUCH! Oh, that hurts.” She sits up a bit, though all that does is move her so that her pussy is now directly above his cock. She does not move herself off his cock, though, the cock head still inside her pussy. “Please, is that enough for an A? Please don’t make me do any more.”
He looks at her with his cock barely in her pussy. “Now why don’t you drop down all the way on my cock? It will be easier for you if you just do it yourself.”
She looks at him with fewer tears in her eyes as she is about all cried out. “Will it hurt less to do it that way?”
He smiles up at her. “It won’t hurt anywhere near as much.” He lied to her as he places his hands on her hips.
She looks him in the eyes and steadies herself. Once she is calm enough, just a few seconds, she spreads her knees out. It is a good thing, well, good for him, not her, that she is a flexible cheerleader because she is able to do this easily. This action causes her to fall straight down on his cock, impaling herself completely on it, their pubic hairs mashing together. As his cock tears through her cherry and formally virgin pussy, she screams out in pain and looks ready to get off the cock as she is in more pain than she can stand and wants the pain to leave, the A and cheerleading be damned.
His hands tighten down her hips, keeping his cock in her newly deflowered pussy as he grins up at her, pleased that she believed him. “Now, just sit there for a minute and relax. The pain will be over in a minute.”
She struggles to push herself up and off his cock, but is not able to. “Please, let me get up and off. It hurts so much. You said that it wouldn’t hurt.” She continues to struggle for a moment, but does, in spite of herself, begin to relax a bit and so the pain lessens a little bit.
He looks at her and sees her starting to relax a bit. Now they can get down to the fun part. “Now start moving up and down on my cock, you slut.”
She looks down at him and slowly begins to move her hips up, moving up just a few inches and then back down again. She does this again and again, slowly moving up and down a little farther each time.
He begins to meet her by thrusting his cock up into her pussy whenever she moves down onto him.
As she feels him pushing up at her when she pushes down, she starts to unconsciously push down a little harder. She is moving a bit farther up and down his cock, but not moving up much faster, though she is starting to slam down faster and harder.
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