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Stupid Girl
by Eric Waters (eric_waters4567@hotmail.com)
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A college teacher, and a cute student. Guess what
happens next. (MF, college)
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There are plenty of stories about college teachers and
their innocent students, but you’ve got to understand
that your average freshman today has been fucking since
Junior High and has become pretty damned jaded about
sex. Even so, that doesn’t mean that they’ll generally
screw their teachers, but sometimes…
Usually, I behave myself. First, I’m married. Second, I
like my job. And third, I talk in my sleep. Still, I
get to see sweet fresh co-ed (does anyone still call
them that?) flesh every year. Last year there was an
especially delightful treat who sat in the front row on
the first day of class. She was short but busty, with
dark hair and amazing brown eyes. I have learned not to
stare at my students, but I scan the room when I’m
talking, and I can choose who to make eye contact with.
I’ll call my student Wendy, since that’s a name that’s
fallen completely out of favor. Wendy wore tight tees
that really made the most of her tits, and she leaned
over an awful lot for someone sitting in the front row.
As cute as Wendy was, it didn’t take long to figure out
that she "wasn’t especially college material," as we
sometimes put it. She struggled with her first
assignment, which was supposed to be a confidence-
building giveaway. I don’t know about the rest of you,
but I don’t find "stupid" to be especially sexy. I let
my gaze settle over her delicious cleavage from time to
time, but I wasn’t at risk of falling for her.
After she got her first paper back, Wendy came by my
office looking sad. I put on my professional face and
offered her a seat. Since I’ve had plenty of sexual
harassment training, I make a habit of always having my
office door when I meet with my students.
Wendy gave me a dejected look with her big brown eyes
and sounded sad. "Mr. Waters, I really don’t know why I
didn’t do better on my paper…"
I took the crumpled assignment from her hand and
patiently explained some of the more basic mistakes.
After three minutes, it was clear that I might as well
be explaining calculus to a fern.
"But, Mr. Waters, I really need to do well in this
class…" She stared at me for a moment, evidently
expecting me to magically reconsider the quality of her
work. I waited for her to say something a bit more
compelling.
"Well, if you turn in your work early, I can look it
over and give you some constructive feedback." It was a
standard speech that I gave to failing students; if she
was willing to do that much work, I wouldn’t have to
give the speech.
"But, I’m just not getting it," she sighed. I noticed
that her top was showing more cleavage than usual, and
she was wearing a skirt instead of a pair of blue
jeans.
"Well, what would you like for me to do?" I asked in my
most helpful voice.
"You…" (I could hear the gears clicking feverishly in
her head). "You need to give me a B. At least a B."
"Well, if you try harder and study more…"
She looked at me with a determined glare. She
whispered, "I could say that you hit on me. That would
get you in trouble, wouldn’t it?" She intoned the last
remark as a question…clearly, she wasn’t quite certain.
I pointed to the open door and shrugged my shoulders.
She stood and shut the door. "Now it’s my word against
yours," she announced.
I’d been expecting this sort of thing for years, and
I’d already decided that my job wasn’t worth it. If
some twat wanted to extort me for an A, I’d bend with
the breeze. But somehow, now that it was actually
happening, it just seemed absurd.
"So," I said, "if I don’t give you a B, you’ll report
me for sexual harassment."
"Yes. No, an A. Gimme an A."
I let her demand hang in the air. Then I said, "Well,
if you’re going to threaten me with sexual harassment,
I might as well get something out of it." I reached
over and placed a firm hand on her left breast.
Not surprisingly, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights
look. "Uh, no, I mean…"
"Or what, you’ll report me for sexually harassing you?"
A smarter girl could have figured out a clever
response, or at least have figured out that she could
start yelling, but Wendy was flummoxed. I decided to go
for it. I reached to her waist and grabbed her cotton
top. With both hands I lifted it up, and she
reflexively raised her arms.
Before she could sew anything I pressed my lips to
hers. She stood on her toes, and I reached behind her
and undid her bra. I pulled it away from her and
delighted to see her large brown nipples. I knelt down
and buried my face in her tits. I moved my face away
long enough to gasp, "My god, but you’re beautiful!"
I sucked on Wendy’s nipples until they pointed out,
hard and proud, from her chest. She was breathing hard,
and I figured that this might really work out well for
me. I fumbled for her skirt’s zipper, and found it. She
placed a hand on mine in silent protest as I started to
tug it down, but I met her gaze and pulled it until I
could slide her skirt down to the floor.
She was wearing a pair of panties with a cartoon cat on
them. I picked her up and placed her down in front of
my office chair. As I sat her down, I pulled her
panties to her ankles. She was wearing sandals, and I
tossed them aside with her panties. She had a nicely-
trimmed snatch, and I buried my face in it.
It had been quite a few years since I’d done anything
this impulsive. There’s always a strange mystery when
going down on a girl for the first time. Fortunately,
Wendy was clean and it wasn’t her time of the month. I
kissed her twat and then slid my tongue up and down her
labia. She trembled and grabbed my balding head with
her hands.
If she was a screamer, I was going to find myself
unemployed.
Being an old guy, I’ve had the chance to learn a few
tricks. Wendy’s lips were delightfully swollen, and she
smelled of jasmine and, well, pussy. I stroked her
gently with my tongue and used my thumbs to part her
pussy lips so that I could pay attention to her clit.
I gauged her sensitivity, and she let me know that she
could handle some direct pressure. Her heels rested on
my shoulders. Once I found out how she liked to be
eaten, she found a rhythm and began rocking her crotch
into my face.
When she lifted her heels off of my shoulders, I knew
she was about to come. I held her ass in my hands and
didn’t let go as she spasmed all over my face. She
gasped but didn’t cry out. I looked up at her and she
gave me a smile that was laced with utter rapture. When
she caught her breath, she pulled my head up and
gestured for me to stand.
Wendy sat up in my office chair and reached for my
belt. Clumsily, she undid my belt and unzipped my
pants. I was only half-hard, but as soon as she reached
into my briefs I felt the blood rush from my brain. She
stroked my ass and she pulled down my shorts. She
looked at my half-erect cock as if it were a prize, and
took it lovingly into her mouth.
Wendy stroked me with her hands while she sucked my
cock to full mast.
Wendy was sitting naked in my chair, looking up at me
sweetly as she sucked me off. I stroked her hair and
ears with my fingertips. Finally, I pushed her head
away from my dick. I leaned her back in the chair and
pulled her hips forward. She grabbed at my waist and
pulled me towards her.
I hardly had to aim my cock; it found her swollen pussy
lips and slid through them into her warm belly. Wendy
wrapped her arms and legs around me. I leaned forward
and slid my cock into her with long strokes.
I hadn’t been so turned on in years, and I wasn’t sure
how long I could last. I didn’t want to knock Wendy up,
but I was sure as hell going to get my rocks off.
Wendy’s skin was smooth and she was perfectly curved; I
don’t know how she could have felt better.
I waited as long as I could and pulled out of her
sopping pussy. It took almost no encouragement to get
her to take my dick back into her mouth. She held me
tight with her hand and let just the head of my cock
slide between her lips. When I came, I squirted deep
into her mouth, and she sucked my dry. Once I had
finished coming, she gave my softening dick a sweet
kiss.
Absentmindedly I grabbed a fistful of tissues and
handed them to her. She dabbed her lips, and then
dabbed her lap. I found some napkins in my desk and
wiped off my dick. Not especially romantic, but I
wanted to try to get presentable. It was about a minute
after I’d come that I realized that something was odd.
Wendy was looking smug?
"Damn, that was great, Mr. Waters. Or are we on a
first-name basis yet?" She stood and looked for her
panties. When she spotted them she leaned forward,
bending at the waist and displaying her luscious ass.
She started dressing herself. "Shit, I was starting to
think you might be gay." She gave me a wicked grin. "I
mean, I’ve been trying to get your attention for weeks
now."
Now I was the idiot. "So, you were..."
"Check my GPA, Eric. I’m a straight-A student." She
latched her bra. "And not because I fuck all of my
teachers. I mean, I do have my standards."
"So you..."
"Do you want me to draw you a picture?"
She grabbed a sheet of paper from my computer printer.
She pantomimed drawing with her fingertip. "This is me,
the cute, fuck-loving college student. This is you, the
fascinating but clueless professor. Now this is me,
bent over your desk, getting your dick rammed into my
ass. Oh!" She wiped the page with her hand. "That
hasn’t happened yet," she said with a smile.
END
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