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Fucking for Grades - 2
by Darkside Charles (darksidecharles@gmail.com)

***

In Part 1, Lena's math teacher convinced her to give 
him a blow job in exchange for a percentage point. 
This time more points are on the line, so obviously 
Lena's going to have to work a little harder. (M-
adult/f-teens, ped, reluc)

***

Part 2: The Pay-up 

Lena had played hard. She was a sweeper, and her 
defense was impenetrable. "That's a lot more than you 
can say for her pussy," Mr. Bryant laughed to himself 
as he watched from the sidelines. He was holding a 
duffel bag of equipment, and he allowed himself a 
subtle grind against the rough material, his half-chub 
perking up at the memory of Lena's parting lips, the 
memory of emptying his balls in her throat. He thought 
of the way her hair, a mop of dishwater blond usually 
confined to a ponytail, had spilled over her face as 
she knelt down to blow him, dressed up for her date 
with that Nick Sauren kid. He wondered- had Nick 
kissed Lena? How long after a girl swallowed cum would 
someone be able to taste it? 

And – time. The game had dragged on, as the ref seemed 
determined to call every minor infraction, which was 
particularly galling given that their victory was so 
apparent since the first half. Soccer isn't football; 
it's pretty tough to come back from a 7-0 start. 

Their lead had given him plenty of time to fantasize, 
and it was all he could do to conjure up images of his 
obese aunt Marlene to calm what had become a raging 
erection in time to run across the field so the teams 
could shake hands. It wouldn't do to slap the palm of 
eleven players and four alternates of some cross-town 
school with his dick saluting as well, not that he 
couldn't have been persuaded to fuck each and every 
one of those toned and sweaty girls until they were 
cum-soaked, bruised and exhausted, given enough time 
and plenty of Gatorade. No, he reminded himself, think 
of Aunt Marlene, not what their goalie would look like 
stripped naked with her arms tied up to the goal post. 
Yum. 

He needed a fuck. Fortunately, spunky little Lena 
needed to pass his class, and their needs seemed to 
coincide. 

The girls tumbled into the school's locker room, and 
from the outside he could hear the sound of showers 
being turned on. The giggles and banter had an almost 
pornographic quality to them. He could almost imagine 
a sleazy director saying, "make it perkier, ladies! We 
wanna be able to imagine you girls licking each 
other's pussies before we see it!" 

Marti Green, a freshman with a ton of potential and a 
killer left foot, ran to greet him at the door. "Great 
game, huh Mr. Bryant?" She was mid-change and out of 
breath, and as she looked behind to answer a friend's 
question he could glimpse a few strands of kinky black 
hair peeking from behind her little white panties that 
proclaimed that today was Saturday. The undies were 
sleek with sweat, making them almost translucent. He 
could easily imagine the way her brown cunt lips would 
part if he pulled those panties down, the way her 
fresh, young juices would taste, the thrill of 
penetrating her with his tongue and fingers as he 
opened her up to accept his dick. 

His thoughts lingered on that as little Marti skipped 
away, kicking off her panties as she rounded the 
corner into the shower room, giving him a glimpse of a 
perfectly round ass. If more men knew the perks of 
being a high school coach, he pondered, the waiting 
list would be a mile long. 

He made a big show of covering his eyes as he entered 
the locker room, making vague congratulatory comments 
where they were due, urging practice where it was 
necessary, reminding the team about a scrimmage they 
had the following Wednesday. "Oh, and Lena," he 
finished, "excellent defense, but I've got some 
pointers about how to avoid drifting too far from the 
10-yard position. Stick around after your shower so we 
can talk about it." 

The other girls piled out, to celebratory pizza 
dinners with parents and dates with boyfriends and 
other sporting events, and finally he heard the sound 
of the last shower turning off. He waited. Lena 
entered the locker room wearing a maxi dress and a 
light sweater. How adorably conservative. 

She pulled her wet hair into a ponytail and avoided 
his glance. "Um, did you mean it about drifting from 
the 10-yard? I didn't-"

"Of course not, Lena. Take your hair out of that 
ponytail. You were much sexier yesterday without it. 
Did Nick Sauren like the way you looked?" He walked 
over to her, and grasped her breast in his hand. What 
a beautiful breast it was. Firm and soft, that sweet 
spot between a C and a D where you could still titty-
fuck if the mood struck but not so huge they'd be 
swinging by her knees by the time she was thirty. He 
pinched at her nipple through the fabric while his 
other hand explored the curve of her ass underneath 
the thin fabric of her dress. She remained stiff and 
unmoving as his fingers explored lower, brushing 
against the mound of her vagina. 

"I guess so. He- yeah. He liked it." 

Mr. Bryant's fingers nestled into the crevice of her 
pussy, cupping from behind her ass as his hand worked 
its way into the buttons of her light sweater. 

"How could you tell? Did he get hard while you were 
making out? Did you give him the fourth blowjob of 
your life? Did you swallow his cum too, my pretty 
little whore?" 

His middle finger pressed into her through her dress 
as his other hand made its way through the buttons and 
down the top of her maxi dress. He found her nipple 
and twisted it, pulling her closer to him. She 
breathed in sharply. 

"I didn't give him a blowjob. We didn't even make out. 
He just kissed me goodnight. On the cheek." 

Christ, she smelled amazing. The kind of green apple 
Bath and Body Works shit kids buy- way cheaper than 
the Kiehl's his wife used. It had a kind of slutty 
after-school effect. He leaned down to kiss the nape 
of her neck, his fingers probing ever more eagerly. 

"How sweet. You know, Lena, with the final coming up 
so soon I think you should probably work on bringing 
that percentage you'll need to pass down a bit faster 
than a blowjob's going to get you." 

The tears that had been collecting in Lena's huge blue 
eyes spilled out over her cheeks. "Uh, okay. What do 
I… uh… have to do?" 

Mr. Bryant laughed. He pulled Lena's unbuttoned 
sweater off of her body, and slid the maxi dress down 
to the floor. She hadn't been wearing a bra- he 
supposed that was normal with maxi dresses, as his 
wife never wore one with her dress either- and her 
purple, full-coverage panties were way sexier on her 
than any thong has ever been on any whore Hollywood 
scarlet. Her body was slim but not skinny, toned with 
muscles earned from years on the soccer field. 

"You don't have to do much of anything if you don't 
want to, Lena. I'll do all the work. You me me fuck 
you and I'll give you a whole 5 percentage points. 
Why, that's an entire grade, depending on the scale!" 

Thank God Lena was so adorably stupid. Any negotiator 
worth her snuff would have demanded at least 10, 
though anyone with brains wouldn't be in this 
situation. 

"Um… I don't know, Mr. Bryant. I'm a… well, I don't 
know, I guess they call it a technical virgin?" Her 
voice trailed off as if ashamed. 

Mr. Bryant let out a guffaw. "Well! Technical! How 
modern. I guess you've gotten a few fingers in there, 
but no dick? Maybe some tongue? Just slutty enough to 
keep a boyfriend but modest enough to look your daddy 
in the eyes in the morning over breakfast?" 

Lena said nothing. Mr. Bryant continued. 

"Well, I'll spare you the worry. You're not a virgin, 
Lena. Penetration is penetration. Let's make it fair. 
We'll call it 7 percentage points. That's a grade 
difference no matter what the scale." Hot damn, 2 
percentage points for fucking a virgin. If this deal 
worked out, the girl deserved what she got. Evolution 
bred the perfect little idiot for fucking and no 
mistake. In another time she'd be some harem master's 
favorite plaything, plucked out of some village for a 
life of leisure and perpetual sexual servitude. 

"I guess… I guess that's true. Okay. You can… you can 
do it. I… uh, I don't know what to…" 

Mr. Bryant shushed her, and led her over to one of the 
benches between the lockers. He supposed this was as 
good a place for a sexy little bitch like Lena to lose 
her virginity as any other. 

"Lie down, Lena. We're going to get you nice and wet. 
Try to have a good time." 

Mr. Bryant pulled Lena's purple panties to the floor 
slowly, marveling at the sight of the thin V of hair 
that was revealed. When his wife had been younger than 
this, it hadn't been the trend for teenaged girls to 
shave their pussies. Some of them waxed their bikini 
lines, but there was none of this near-baldness. This 
landing strip looked like something one of his whores 
would have, not a soccer jock. He imagined how 
delicious she would taste… but he didn't think he 
could manage to go down on her, not as horny as he 
was. He could probably bust a nut without even 
touching her, the sight of her little red clit poking 
up got him so hot. He could feel strands of pre-cum 
dripping from his cock already.

He pulled her down to the edge of the bench and 
separated her legs. Her breathing quickened and he 
could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. 

"Calm yourself, Lena. It will hurt if you don't calm 
down. That's up to you, but you don't get any bonus 
points for it hurting." He unzipped his jeans and 
pulled his boxer briefs down to his knees as he knelt 
down in front of her. He jerked his drooling cock a 
few strokes as he looked at her gorgeous, spread-open 
cunt. He could see her wetness, too. It was as he 
thought. Lena was bred for fucking. The little slut 
was horny without even trying. 

He guided his cock to the lips of her vagina, rubbing 
up against her clit. He dipped his wetness into her 
vagina, mingling it with hers before teasing at her 
clit again. She sat up abruptly. "Wait, Mr. Bryant. 
Aren't you going to use a condom?" Her voice had a 
panicked edge to it. As well it should, he supposed, 
but he spoke with calming reassurance.

"Lie down, Lena. No way you're getting a whole grade 
advantage with a condom. That wouldn't be fair, would 
it? I'm going to feel this whole thing, and so are 
you. No barriers. Don't worry, though. I won't cum 
inside you. I can't wait to see those gorgeous breasts 
covered in my spunk. Or maybe I'll cum in your hair. 
Would you like that? It's supposed to be good for it. 
Almost like a conditioner." He gently pushed her back 
down, and resumed his stroking. She was getting turned 
on. 

Lena let out a little sob. "Okay, I guess. I 
definitely can't get pregnant that way, right?" 

Mr. Bryant pushed the tip of his dick in a bit more, 
inching inside her slowly, mixing their juices. "No, 
of course not. You think your hair's got a uterus?" He 
shoved in a bit farther, and pulled out to rub again 
against her clit before sliding back down, leaving a 
trail of pre-cum down her soft, wet pussy. 

"My hair's got a what?" Lena asked, her body 
responding to his touch, her crotch rising to meet him 
with every stroke, pulling him inside. 

"Never mind, Lena. Now's when you shut up and earn 
your grade." He braced himself against the edges of 
the bench and pushed inside her, sliding at last deep 
into her pussy, bumping his tip against her cervix 
before retreating. He looked down, moaning with 
pleasure at the sight of his glistening cock 
disappearing into her hole, rutting deep inside, 
marveling at the little grunting noises Lena was 
making, too. Pleasure or pain? Did it matter? 

There was no blood. This wasn't the first virgin he 
had fucked, so he wasn't surprised. A lot of virgins 
have no hymen, especially rough little whores like 
Lena who played every variety of sport. All it takes 
is some lubrication and the tightest hole will open up 
easily to even a big dick like Mr. Bryant's. He 
grunted and pounded deep, smiling a bit at Lena's 
sharp, pained intake of breath. Well. Maybe not 
easily. 

"God, you're sexy, Lena. Look at your tits." He 
grabbed them in his hands, leaning forward upon the 
bench. This changed his angle and he could feel the 
backward tilt of her vagina. He could have cum right 
at that moment. The feeling of her squeezing down on 
his dick, the sight of her, her little noises, 
everything. But he wanted to draw out the moment as 
long as possible. He pulled out. 

"Are you going to cum on my stomach? Or- do I need to 
do something?" 

"No, not yet. I want you to turn around and lie on 
your stomach." 

She did so, and he positioned himself behind her 
again. He slid into her vagina from behind, marveling 
at the view of her muscular ass jiggling as he pushed 
in. He settled in upon a rhythm, thrilling at the 
wonder that a woman can feel so different inside from 
so many angles. This angle allowed him a really deep 
push, and with her legs spread he could slam into her 
with a nice amount of traction. 

"So sexy, Lena. You're the perfect slut. Nice deep 
vagina," He breathed deeply, feeling ragged, feeling 
close. He gave her ass a nice slap. "Perfect ass. If 
this whole soccer thing doesn't work out you should 
think of selling this cunt for money." He groaned and 
sped up. "Christ, it's amazing." Her little gasping 
noises were the sexiest sounds he had ever heard 
combined with the wet slap of his balls meeting her 
skin. 

"I'm getting ready to cum, Lena," he said in between 
grunts. He rose a bit, grabbing hold of one ass cheek 
as he pushed deeper inside her with every thrust. 

"Just don't cum inside me, remember!" She said, her 
voice muffled from her cheek being pressed against the 
locker room bench. 

"Hmm. Well. That's a problem." Heaven. Wet, hot heaven 
she was. "I think I want to, Lena. I think I want to 
fill you up with my sperm. Feel like making a baby 
today, little Lena?" God, this was bliss. He moved 
faster, biting his lip. 

"No! No! You said! No!" She began to thrash around, 
trying to knock herself off of the bench, but Mr. 
Bryant held her steady, pushing her back down as he 
grunted and pounded. 

"Oh God! Shit! Here it comes! I'm coming, Lena!" His 
balls contracted, and in a few deep, powerful squirts 
he came more inside her than he knew he ever had, from 
each baby-making blasts he had given his wife to the 
hot load he'd put into the occasional young whore he'd 
fuck without a condom. He gave it an extra thrust, 
relishing the wet heat, feeling his erection begin to 
abate. He collapsed on top of her, breathing ragged 
and hard. 

He took a deep breath and pulled out. Yep. There it 
was. His cum oozed out of her pussy obscenely as her 
leg twitched. He picked up her sweater and wiped off 
his dick before sidling up close. 

"Thanks for the fuck, Lena. Damn, you've got a good 
pussy. One of the best cunt I've ever fucked, and I've 
fucked a lot of cunts. So. Pregnancy. That's scary 
stuff, huh?" 

Lena was still breathing fast. She blinked out a tear 
and nodded. 

"I happen to know where you can get some Plan B. You 
know what that is?" Lena didn't respond, just kept 
breathing. "Of course you don't. It's a pill that 
makes sure you can't get pregnant. I happen to have 
one, because my wife thought she didn't want to have 
another baby with four little boys already in the 
house. Of course she was wrong- she's gonna bear any 
baby I put inside of her because she's my wife. But 
you're my whore, aren't you Lena?" No response. 
"You're my little whore, and you don't want a baby. 
And there's no way a pharmacy in Cincinnati is going 
to give you a slut pill at your age without a 
prescription. I don't suppose you'd want your daddy 
knowing what you do for grades?" There was an almost 
unperceivable shake of the head. 

"Good. So come by tomorrow. We'll let it cook up there 
for a little bit just for the thrill of it, shall we?" 
He ladled some of the dripping spunk and fingered it 
inside her, pushing it deep. No response.  

He started to walk away when he heard, "Mr. Bryant, I 
have… I have church tomorrow. At 11." He grinned. 

"Then you'd better come at 9. I'll be waiting, Lena. 
I'm going to leave the door open, ok? You might want 
to get dressed. I think the janitor will be by soon 
and you wouldn't want him to find you in a state like 
this. I happen to know Mr. Reyolds is on a sex 
offender list for a crime not totally unlike the one 
you'd be inviting him to commit. Then again, you're 
getting the pill tomorrow anyway, so what's one more 
man's cum in your twat?" He laughed. 

"Sorry about the sweater…" He strode out of the 
building, feeling like he'd been given decades back to 
his youth and vitality. Oh, cumming inside a virgin! 
He recommended it as a cure for any ill. 

Tomorrow promised great things. 

~~

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading. I've gotten some 
great feedback and story ideas from readers and 
nothing gets me off more than knowing I've gotten you 
off. Let me know! Send me an email at 
darksidecharles@gmail.com and make my day. 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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