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Fucking for Grades - 1 
by Darkside Charles (darksidecharles@gmail.com)

***

Academically challenged Lena needs to pass Mr. 
Bryant's class, and there seems to be only one way to 
get the grade: to take care of her teacher's eager 
cock. (M/f-teen, nc)

***

Part 1: The Deal 

Mr. Bryant wasn't didn't consider himself a monster. 
He had his faults, sure, but he brought home the bacon 
to his wife and four kids (handsome, strapping boys 
just like their father) and he never raised a hand to 
any of them. Once a year they went to Florida to see 
his wife's family and take the boys to Disney World. 
He taught math at Bulwart High School as well as 
coached the lacrosse, soccer and basketball teams. He 
was a well-liked instructor. 

He just had one sin- a quirk, really. He couldn't get 
enough teenage pussy.  

It wasn't that tough of an itch to scratch. Downtown 
Cincinnati had plenty of corners where you could get 
an 18 year-old in the back seat for fifty bucks. He 
drove a Toyota Carola, so there wasn't a lot of 
stretching room, but he had once managed to get a pair 
of busty beauties to take turns sitting on his cock in 
the back seat. With all the jostling around, the 
condom had broken. 

He'd noticed, but he wasn't the kind of man to stop 
when shit was hot, and the sight of those gorgeous 
black breasts bouncing in his face nearly drove him 
crazy. He couldn't pound hard enough, even when the 
girl complained that her neck hurt from her head 
ramming into the ceiling. 

After he popped off that time, a fairly massive load 
of jizz made its way all over his back seat. That's 
hard to get out. More than one carload of cheerleaders 
asked what was all over back there. The thought of 
those girls sitting on his crusted cum in their short 
skirts and tight panties got him so hard he probably 
could have driven the car with his cock. 

As he advanced in his career, however, he started to 
get nervous. Crackdowns on prostitution weren't 
uncommon in a conservative city like Cincinnati, and 
he could lose his job for picking up a methed up kid 
straight out of Appalachia coming into town hoping to 
suck a dick to get her next fix. 

So, Mr.  Bryant did what he could. He jerked off to 
barely-legal websites and downloaded terabytes of 
less-legal porn you can still get if you know where to 
look, which he stored on a laptop he kept hidden below 
a floorboard in the attic. He fantasized about girls 
on the lacrosse team licking his dick with their bite 
guards still in before turning around and waving their 
ass at him as he fucked his wife at night. 

She was quite young herself- they'd gotten married 
when he was 32 and she was 19 after secretly dating 
during her high school years, so with their eldest boy 
just entering kindergarten she was only 26. She had 
been pretty consistently pregnant over the past six 
years, though, it was hard to pretend she was some 
naïve kid while he was pounding her from behind and he 
could plainly see her enormous, milk-thick breasts and 
bulging belly. 

He was fairly content, though, and wasn't on the 
lookout for his fortunes to change. 

That is, until Lena. 

Lena was adorable. Sweet, bubbly, and friendly to 
everyone, she would have been the captain of the 
girl's soccer team if she only understood strategy. 
She didn't, though. She was dumber than a signpost. He 
hated to give her failing grade after failing grade, 
especially when she drew little unicorns and rainbows 
on the side of her test. 

She was a sophomore, but she should have been a 
junior. She had been held back a year, and it looked 
like she might be again. Her average wasn't good. He 
had offered her extra credit work and stayed behind 
several days this term tutoring her, and more than 
once his glance had lingered upon her supple, perky 
breasts a few moments longer than were probably 
appropriate. When helping her with an equation, he 
liked to lean in close and smell her hair, and he just 
managed to get away with pushing his crotch close 
enough to her back to feel her body through both of 
their clothes. 

She giggled one day when, after finally realizing the 
answer to an extremely easy question, she jumped for 
joy and gave Mr. Bryant a spontaneous hug. She had to 
have felt his erection. She lowered her eyes and 
blushed, and quietly sat back down. He had locked the 
door after she went home and jerked off to her picture 
in the year book, splattering the L-M section with 
what felt like a year's worth of cum. He hadn't 
cleaned it- just shut the book with a squish and 
returned it to the shelf. Blame it on a student. 

Finals were a week away, and with her abysmal grades 
the girl would have to get a 100% on the test to pass 
the term. Fat chance. Even the straight-A students 
were sweating it, staying after to ask questions and 
highlighting whole chapters. Bulwart parents were 
brutal, and many had high hopes for their kids. For 
the most part, failure was not an option. 

It was past 8:00 on a Friday night and Mr. Bryant was 
grading quizzes. The girl's soccer team had two games 
that Saturday and he hoped to get home, get a quick 
blowjob, and pass out so he could wake up early. He 
was just putting his papers into his briefcase when he 
heard a knock. 

"Mr. Bryant?" 

"Oh, hi Lena. Wow. You look good." Shit, that sounded 
creepy. She did look good, though- her typical Friday 
uniform of soccer shorts and a t-shirt was replaced 
with a mini-skirt and a tight cotton t-shirt. He bet 
that if she bent over he could see her ass, it was 
that short. He gulped. Guess he wouldn't be standing 
up. 

"Uh, it's about my grade." She put down her backpack 
and pulled up a chair. 

"Yes, I figured I'd see you. Well, Lena, I had to say 
this, but you're probably looking at summer school." 
Mr. Bryant capped his pen and sighed. 

"About that. Mr. Bryant, I can't go to summer school. 
Really. I can't." 

When she bit her lip like that, it made him want to 
excuse himself so he could pry open the yearbook 
somehow so he could rub one out again as soon as 
possible. 

"Why is that, Lena? I'm afraid it's your only option 
unless you can somehow slam dunk the final next week." 

A single tear formed in the corner of Lena's eye. "I'm 
not good at much, Mr. Bryant, but I'm pretty great at 
soccer. I want to play professionally someday. There's 
an intensive summer camp in Kentucky that my parents 
said they'll send me to, but only if I pass all my 
classes. I've managed to get Cs or Ds in all of my 
classes but yours. I'm afraid... I'm afraid this is my 
only..." 

At the sight of Lena's tears, Mr. Bryant felt dueling 
emotions. As he opened his mouth, he almost couldn't 
believe what he was saying. 

"Lock the door, Lena." His student looked confused, 
which was pretty normal. 

When she came back, he gulped and continued. "I know a 
way you can earn some extra credit. You have to really 
want it, though." His dick strained against his khakis 
so much it was painful. He had to close his eyes and 
calm down. What a waste if he came in his pants 
instead of in that beautiful- breathe. Breathe. 

Lena grinned. "Of course I really want it! I've never 
wanted anything so much as I want- oh." Her eyes 
traveled down as Mr. Bryant spread his legs. The bulge 
in his pants was impossible to ignore. It was like a 
third person in the room. Mr. Bryant was a big man – a 
football player back in his own high school days- and 
his cock was long, thick and, when fully hard, dripped 
enough pre-cum that the front of his pants showed a 
small circle of wetness. 

Mr. Bryant knew he was risking his career, but the 
thought of those pretty pink lips around his cock got 
him the kind of excited that he had been back in the 
Toyota, the kind of hot that will make you cum into a 
whore's used-up cunt. He had to have her. He had to 
try, at least. 

"I don't know, Mr. Bryant. I... oh God." Mr. Bryant 
unbuttoned his pants, and the top of his dick was 
visible poking from inside his underwear. He grinned. 
That was the dick that had kept his wife faithful over 
the 12 years of their relationship (he had hired a 
private detective once when he thought he had been 
cheating, but it turned out she had just been taking 
taekwondo classes on the days she disappeared without 
a word) and it was the dick that had made various 
whores and other girls on the side grin, gasp, and 
sometimes grimace with pain. He fucked long and he 
fucked hard. 

"I'll give you a percentage point on the exam if you 
take care of this for me, Lena. One percentage point. 
That's one big step closer to Kentucky and your career 
for what I promise will be a pretty quick job. I can 
barely manage to hold on as it is, looking at you in 
that slutty outfit. Where were you going, some college 
party?" Imagining her getting slammed by some college 
kid, shoved up against a wall, frat boys taking 
pictures as they took turns fingering her clit while 
he ravaged her asshole he almost lost it, and drops of 
pre-cum dripped down the side of his cock. 

She looked at the floor, avoiding the sight of his 
enormous dick. "No. I have a date... it's a first 
date. With Nick Sauren." Ah, Nick, Lena's male 
counterpart on the boy's soccer team. A nice guy. Oh 
well. 

"Alright, you just look like a whore. Don't get me 
wrong, it's extremely... good." He was a math teacher, 
not a poet. 

"Oh. I didn't think I looked like a whore." She pulled 
at her skirt. 

"I guess with a body like that, you don't have much of 
a choice. So. Are we going to help you with your 
grade?" Lena breathed deeply. 

"Okay. I'll... I'll do it." 

"Good little girl." 

Mr. Bryant stood next to Lena, and pushed her to her 
knees. He reached down and, in one motion, pulled the 
shirt over her head. Instinctively, she covered her 
breasts. "Hey!" 

"Lena, baby, you think I'm gonna get dome from a 
gorgeous bitch like you without looking at those 
perfect breasts? Calm down, you can keep your bra on. 
For now. Now get started." 

She nodded, and pulled her hair back from her face. 
With one tear rolling out of her eye, she licked up 
the side of Mr. Bryant's shaft. Her lips settled over 
the huge tip of Mr. Bryant's dick, and her tongue 
lapped up the jizz that had already spilled out. Mr. 
Bryant groaned. "Thank God. You're a slut after all. I 
was worried you'd be bad at this." 

Lena paused for a second, her mouth pulling off Mr. 
Bryant's cock with a wet little "pop." "I'm not a 
slut. This is only the third blow job I've ever given. 
I went to a blow job seminar with my cousin Jill in LA 
last winter." 

Mr. Bryant laughed heartily. "That's adorable. Enough 
talking though, Lena. I want to see that pretty head 
bobbing up and down." 

The seminar must have been pretty good, or else Lena 
must have been a natural, or maybe Mr. Bryant had just 
been waiting for this moment for two years, because it 
felt like the best blowjob of his life. The feeling of 
her lips on his balls, her fingers working the shaft 
while she sucked on his knob, the deep, engulfing 
feeling when she took him deep and he could feel the 
back of her throat- he could feel himself getting 
close. He took over the motions, holding her head with 
his hand and thrusting into her mouth, relishing the 
sound of her gagging as he pushed deep and felt his 
balls hit her chin. 

The orgasm came fast and intense. He didn't warn her, 
and she choked at first as his load hit her throat. It 
filled her mouth and leaked out the sides, but she was 
a trooper. He saw the same determination in her eyes 
as when the team was in the last quarter and they had 
to maintain the lead, and with a loud swallow she 
licked her lips dry. Her hair was a mess and her bra 
had come undone, letting one perfect pink nipple peak 
out through the fabric. 

Mr. Bryant pulled his iPhone out of his pocked and 
snapped a picture. He knew all he'd have to do would 
be to look at that photo in secret before bedtime and 
he'd be able to fuck his wife two, maybe three times. 
With their fifth baby heavy on its way, sex was very 
uncomfortable for Mrs. Bryant, but she knew a man had 
needs and she never denied her husband the sex he 
required. 

Mr. Bryant tossed Lena her shirt. "Good job, Lena. Now 
you only need to make a 99% to pass the exam. 

Lena gathered her clothes and sniffed. She had begun 
to cry. "But Mr. Bryant, I don't think I can get a 
99%." 

Mr. Bryant grinned. 

"Well. I'm sure we'll find a way. I'll see you at the 
game tomorrow, Lena. Sleep well. Drink lots of water." 

With a sob, Lena nodded and ran out the door. 

The Bryants' fucked so loud that night that it woke 
three of their four boys. Mrs. Bryant had gone to rock 
the baby back to sleep, and on her way out Mr. Bryant 
caught a glimpse of his cum sliding down her thigh 
beneath her bathrobe. Tomorrow was going to be a 
fantastic day.

To be continued?

~~ 

-Thanks for reading, guys. I had to get a new email 
address after losing my old password, so my new 
address is darksidecharles@gmail.com. Please email me 
with comments or story requests! 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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