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Fucking for Grades - 3
by Darkside Charles (darksidecharles@gmail.com)
***
In part 3 of the "Fucking for Grades," saga Mr. Bryant
has Lena just where he wants her: ready to do whatever
he wants to pass his class and get that Plan B pill
he's holding hostage. Let the games begin. (MMf, nc)
***
Part 3: Sharing is Caring
Ouch. Mr. Bryant's arms were tired. With Mrs. Bryant
entering her 8th month, sex had to get pretty
creative. Last night, he had managed to grasp his
heaving wife by the hips, lifting her briefly before
repeatedly dropping her on his cock. After he had
finished, he found to his frustration that he was
still rock hard. He pulled out, grunted with
frustration, and fucked his wife's ass.
It had taken a while, and he ladled strands of his cum
on his dick for lubrication as he pushed into her.
Still finding himself hard after filling her ass with
his cum, he directed his wife to give him a blowjob,
but stopped her halfway through so she could take care
of their son Mick, who was knocking on the door asking
for water.
Mr. Bryant rolled out of the wet center of the bed and
jerked at his dick. With his mind and iPhone full of
images of Lena Hoskins, breasts pressing into a locker
room bench, rocking back and forth from the thrust of
his hungry cock, dripping a pool of his sperm between
her legs, he had been hornier recently than he could
remember- hornier than he had been the first time he
had seen his wife's pretty little virgin twat back
when she had been a freshman in high school and he had
been her substitute science teacher.
He could still remember the sight, her soft downy cunt
lips opening to him as he knelt between her legs to
lick her until she panted so loud he'd had to stuff a
sock in her mouth. She'd looked so pretty with that
sock in her mouth he kept it in there while he pounded
her pussy. He had never been so happy to have hours of
grading ruined, the book positioned under her perky
little ass stained with both their juices.
Very different circumstances. Mrs. Bryant, who wasn't
then Mrs. Bryant but Melissa Adams, smallest
cheerleader and top of the pyramid, always begged for
him to cum inside her. She had wanted to carry his
child- a little baby all her classmates would be
jealous of, the son of the hottest teacher at Bulwart
High.
He remembered how she pouted each morning as he
watched her swallow her birth control, opening her
mouth and sticking her tongue out so he could make
sure. Sometimes, as a treat for both of them, he'd cum
on her face, finish in her mouth and stick the pill
the little white pool for her to swallow along with
his jizz. He grinned, remembering their panic when
students had arrived before she had time to clean
herself up. She got grief for months after that for
the "zit mask" she'd thought up to explain the
situation.
Yes, the future Mrs. Bryant had wanted his baby, a
wish that came true once she was old enough that he
could propose without going to jail. He guessed she
hadn't been banking on having quite so many children –
four boys in quick succession must have been rather
exhausting for her, exhausting enough that she had
gone out to buy the day after pill rather than go for
number 5. Lucky for Mr. Bryant, who had full access to
all of her online communication, she had decided to
talk it over with her sister first.
Mr. Bryant's cock twitched at the thought of Jennie
Adams, the little cunt. "OMG DO IT," the younger
sister had written, "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! WTF?! U
JUST HAD JOHN! PLAN B!" Mr. Bryant could forgive
Jennie for the idiotic internet slang, being only 16,
but not the interference. He didn't know how, but he'd
find a way to punish her someday. Women, especially
juicy little whores who like to go out jogging early
in the morning like Jennie Adams, find themselves in
dangerous situations all the time.
He wondered if he still had the black tape and rope
from when Melissa had been into bondage. It would be
so easy- jump her from behind, gag her, fuck her until
she couldn't think of her own name, let alone think
enough to tell his wife not to have his baby, fuck her
so hard she'd guess it was him because who else would
have a dick as good as his-
Release. He came with gagging shudders, streams of his
cum shooting all over the bed. He noted with pride
that some of it made it all the way over to the
wedding photo Mrs. Bryant kept at her nightstand, and
a thin, milky white trail dripped down his wife's
face, reminiscent of so many nights they had spent
together. At last, his erection died down. Mr. Bryant
loved his wife, but he didn't love her crow's feet,
the lines around her mouth, or the stretch marks that
had appeared when she got thick with their first son,
born a month before her 20th birthday. How do men do
it? How do men stay faithful to their wives when there
are young, fresh women out there to fuck?
He mentally thanked his wife's whore of a younger
sister. Ridiculous, interfering cunt though she was,
she had unwittingly been the key to the next stage of
his plan with Lena, who still had quite a few
percentage points to earn before she could hope to
pass his class. His wife had handed over the Plan B
the instant he asked her if she had anything she
needed to tell him, and he had kept it as a reminder
of her close call with disloyalty to him. Now it would
serve him greatly as a way to insure loyalty from his
favorite underperforming student.
When his wife returned from her mothering, she seemed
relieved that her husband's seemingly unquenchable
arousal had been quieted. She slipped off her robe and
lay in the obscene mess of their lovemaking,
commenting only that she was pleased he seemed so
sated. "Of course, baby," he murmured. "You always do
it for me."
*
When Mr. Bryant woke the next morning, bright and
ready for the day at 8:00, he awoke to crisp, fresh
sheets. How did she manage to do that? He saw the
evidence of last night's fun in a pile of laundry in
the corner, and heard the sound of Mrs. Bryant
brushing her teeth in the bathroom. "Mruuruma morning
fuck?" he heard her ask over the sound of the electric
toothbrush.
"No, that's okay, honey. I have to go into work and do
some grading." Mrs. Bryant nodded and went back to her
morning ablutions.
Well, it doesn't do to be neglectful, Mr. Bryant
considered. He opened his bedside table and pulled out
one of his 5-inch vibrators, a little pink number with
ridges and sparkles. Totally chick number, but it did
the trick. He turned it up to its highest setting, the
whir of the machine matching the sound of the
toothbrush. He walked up behind his wife, kissed her
cheek, reached around and wiggled it up inside of her.
"Keep that in there until the batteries die, bunny.
I'll know if you don't, ok?" Of course he had no way
of knowing that, but who cared. She nodded, her eyes
fluttering from arousal.
"Don't let it affect how you act around the kids
though." He patted her huge belly. "Take care of my
littlest boy." He laughed to see a thin strand of
excitement drip out from between her legs. He trusted
it would be a long morning for his beautiful bride.
He patted the Plan B in his pocket. Time to see Lena.
*
He had barely gotten settled in his office when he
heard a knock at the door. So punctual!
"Good morning, Mr. Bryant," Lena muttered. So! A whore
can look like a good girl! Lena was wearing a very
conservative-looking pink sweater and khaki pants. If
the goal was to be unattractive, though, she failed
miserably. Mr. Bryant had seen those breasts and knew
exactly what hid under that thick material.
"Dressed for church, are we? You look adorable. I
don't suppose you're going to have yourself some
confession, though. I'd hate for your local priest to
find out the naughty things you've done… although,
given the Catholic Church's track record, I think you
might find yourself exploring the underside of a
cassock!"
Lena went pale. "I'd never tell Father Joseph anything
like that. He's good friends with my parents. And if
they knew…" Mr. Bryant laughed.
"Of course you wouldn't. You're a whore, but you're a
good little whore, and good whores don't get caught. I
believe I have something for you." He held out the box
containing the Plan B One Step. Lena stepped forward
to take it.
"Ah-ah-ah. I don't think so. Miss Hoskins, you still
need a 92% on the final exam to pass this class. Do
you really think that's likely?" Lena dropped her hand
and shook her head.
"Of course it isn't. Lucky for you, I'm a very fair
man. How long do you think it'll take you to walk to
church from here, Lena?"
Lena considered. "Uh… I guess fifteen minutes?"
Mr. Bryant stood and walked toward her. "Then I guess
that gives me about an hour and a half to have fun
with you before then. Let's be generous, hey Lena? 10
percentage points for an hour and a half." He walked
behind her and cupped her breasts with both hands. Her
nipples were hard- so hard he could feel them through
her bra.
"Oh, I forgot, 10 percentage points… and a pill that
flushes out any baby that might be sprouting up here."
He lowered his left hand and stuck it down the front
of her pants, snaking under her panties so he could
dip his finger inside her. She was wet- wet enough he
could rub her clit with it. Oh, precious, gorgeous
little slut.
"Unless you want to have my baby?" he whispered,
pushing his middle finger inside her up to the
knuckle.
She moaned.
"Sounds like you're pretty hot for it, little girl.
Maybe I fuck you, flunk you and send you to church
carrying my kid, huh?" He tapped at her clit, grinding
his hardness into her ass.
"No! No." She bucked into him, grinding against his
finger, before pulling away. She pulled at her
sweater. "Okay. An hour and a half, 10 percentage
points plus the pill."
Mr. Bryant grinned. He wasn't sure Lena knew what she
was agreeing to- be he was also pretty sure Lena
walked through most of her day without quite
understanding what was going on.
First thing's first- off with those clothes. With the
authority and experience of a father with four messy
boys, he ripped off her sweater and unbuttoned her
pants, pausing for a moment to marvel at how
unbelievably sexy white underwear and a plain nude bra
can be on a perfect body. He pulled out his black
bondage tape- it had been easy to find near the
vibrator in the bedside table- and tied Lena's hands
together behind her head.
When she had started to question this, he grabbed that
sexy white underwear and stuffed it in her mouth,
using the same tape to bind it. He dragged her over to
the eye wash station in the classroom – it was a
special-ed science classroom during certain periods-
and tied her hands to a pipe that hung above. He
finished the roll of tape by wrapping it around her
head, covering her eyes. It was novelty tape and only
stuck to itself, so it wouldn't hurt to remove.
He was glad they had plenty of time. He knelt between
her legs, relishing the scent of her young pussy. He
hadn't wanted to eat his wife out since she'd had
their third kid – he supposed she'd tighten up again
after she was done having kids but for the moment, it
wasn't a sight he enjoyed. This, though! Perfect. He
dug his nose in and breathed deeply. He could close
his eyes and imagine a soccer field: the grass, the
freshly washed hair on all those teenaged girls,
orange slices, fresh sweat on hard legs.
He pushed a finger inside, flicking her clit with his
tongue, savoring the taste. He was lapping, touching
the outside of her vagina while he penetrated her with
his tongue, when he had to slap his forehead for being
so forgetful. He had forgotten to press "record" on
his iPhone! All that trouble of setting it up in the
dock… at least he had remembered before things got too
heavy. He was so hard he probably could have pressed
the button with his dick.
He went back to Lena and was pleased to discover that
she was dripping wet and hadn't seemed to notice the
sound of his iPhone recording. He supposed there was a
way to do that kind of thing silently, but he was a
bit of a technophobe and couldn't figure that stuff
out. He knew how to press play on a video, though, and
was counting on this one to get him off for years to
come.
He had checked the weight-bearing capacity of the pipe
the night before, and wasn't worried. It would have
buckled under his bulk, but a little slut like Lena
wasn't going to do anything. He nibbled at her
nipples, positioning himself under the girl so he
could fuck her standing up. He ran his cock along the
curve of her body, poking gently at her asshole before
dipping into her cunt. Christ, the sight of her, head
scanning the room, seeing nothing, her chest heaving
with heavy breaths, her pussy hot and begging to be
fucked, ripe and ready. He finally plunged inside,
gritting his teeth at the tightness.
Her knees buckled and she fell, caught after only an
inch by the strong tape, grinding him deeper inside.
He steadied himself on a cabinet above and gripped her
ass. He felt his balls twitching- he needed to cum.
Not yet, he told himself, not yet. He stopped his
movement and breathed deeply. Lena, for her part, was
having none of that. She squeezed and began fucking
him hard, breathing deeply. Mr. Bryant grinned and
shrugged. Gotta give a whore what she wants, he
laughed to himself, slamming into her, shaking the
cabinet. He came in thick, deep bursts, clutching her
wet body to him as it shook, wanting more.
"You can't help yourself, can you? You're a cum-hungry
slut no matter what church you plan on attending once
our time here is through. That really wasn't enough
for you, was it?"
Lena didn't answer- it probably didn't help that her
underwear was filled her mouth. Mr. Bryant caught some
of the cum running down her leg and felt it between
his fingers, wiping some on her breast.
"Lucky for you, I know what's good for cum-hungry
sluts. This might come as a bit of a surprise, but the
answer is- more cum." As if on cue, Mr. Bryant heard a
light rapping on the door.
"5:00's too early for dinner," he heard a voice
whisper. Mr. Bryant personally thought code phrases
were pretty stupid, but Mr. Reynolds was insistent and
there wasn't any harm in it.
"Mmmrmrm?" he heard from behind the underwear.
Mr. Bryant opened the door just enough to let Mr.
Reynolds in before closing and locking it again.
"Be quiet, my pretty little prostitute. You've got
another client. Now keep that cunt open and we'll give
you all the cum your body needs." As could be
expected, Lena began to thrash around. Oh, well.
Mr. Bryant didn't really want to share his rented
property with anyone else, but he owed Mr. Reynolds a
pretty big favor. The janitor had found a stack of
Polaroid photographs in his closet during spring
cleaning time that could easily have gotten Mr. Bryant
fired or sent to jail – oh, the idiot days before
encrypted external hard drives – and rather than
reporting him, had simply left a note on his desk
reading "Nice shots! I haven't seen a beaver like the
one on that little Latin bitch since before I served
time. Kept 1 or 2 for personal use." They had never
spoken about it again, but Mr. Bryant knew there would
never be a more perfect time to pay up.
"She's primed and ready, Mr. Reynolds. I've got
condoms if you're not interested in swapping fluids."
He opened a drawer to reveal an array of options, from
flavored to latex-free.
Mr. Reynolds chuckled. "Are you kidding? I haven't
dipped my wick into anything I ain't had to pay for in
20 years, no way I'm wrapping up. I figure she's
clean, yeah?" He was stepping out of his pants as he
spoke, and had begun stroking his short, fat cock. He
stared at Lena's body, kicking and screaming from
behind her gag.
Mr. Bryant stepped behind her to steady her. "Sure,
she's clean. She was a virgin before I got to her, can
you believe it?" Mr. Reynolds moaned a bit. His old
cock lengthened and stiffened.
"Watch what you say, boy, would you? Don't want to go
shooting off without even getting my dick inside!" He
stepped in front of her and guided his dick into her,
groaning with pleasure as it sunk in, eased with the
wetness of Mr. Bryant's cum. He began fucking her,
holding on for support. "This would be a lot easier if
she was lying down," he gasped.
Mr. Bryant considered. The sight of Lena being fucked,
her weak struggles being contained by his muscular
hands, had him just as hard as he'd been last night.
"Well, we could do that, or you could let me have
another go at her, too? Feeling generous, Mr.
Reynolds?" He pulled Lena's ass cheeks apart and
explored the soft pucker of her asshole with his index
finger.
Mr. Reynolds continued to pump inside, increasing
slightly in speed. "You wanna fuck this little
princess in the ass? Ha! Sounds like a waste of time
when you got a pussy this pretty- UGH!- but be my
guest. Don't mess up my rhythm, though!"
With as much pre-cum as Mr. Bryant typically produced,
he almost never needed lube when he fucked a willing
ass. With as much as Lena was fighting him, though,
he'd need something extra. Fortunately, Mr. Bryant had
thought ahead. He reached in his pocket and squired
some lubricant on his dick – as easy as that! Matching
Mr. Reynolds' rhythm, he inched his way inside Lena's
impossibly tight asshole.
Without too much effort, the two men got into sync.
Mr. Bryant knew why it was taking him a while to cum-
he could still see his cum leaking out of Lena's pussy
onto the floor- but he was really quite impressed with
the older man's stamina. By the time Mr. Bryant had
pushed his way deep enough inside Lena's ass to feel
his balls rest against her, however, it was obvious
Mr. Reynolds was close.
"Oh, God!" he shuddered, pushing against her, his
entire body spasming. He hung on the girl for a moment
before sinking to the floor, utterly spent. Mr. Bryant
gathered speed and prepared to finish, himself. He
pulled out, spun Lena around to face him, and jerked
himself off into her breasts and lower belly. He
collapsed onto the floor next to Mr. Reynolds, who was
leaning his head back with the air of a man imagining
smoking a cigarette.
Lena looked so gorgeous there, shining with cum,
shoulders shaking. He felt more relaxed than he had in
years. Absent-mindedly, he scooped up some of his cum
as it dripped down her body and rubbed it onto her
clit and inside her, where it mixed with the jizz the
two men had deposited in the past hour. His fingers
still sticky with cum, he ended the recording on his
iPhone.
Mr. Reynolds opened his eyes. "That… was incredible.
Friend, you gotta send me that recording."
"What? And have me on the line for another little
bitch I gotta share with you? No way. Let's just
consider this a one-time beautiful shared experience,
shall we?" Mr. Reynolds nodded.
"I'd consider that very fair."
Mr. Bryant considered. "What the fuck, though. Here."
He angled the iPhone between his student's soaking
legs and snapped a shot. "I'll send it to you."
Mr. Reynolds stood, using Lena's body to steady
himself before zipping up his pants. "You're a good
man, Mr. Bryant. I assure you that will get me through
many a cold night. This has been a memory-maker, sir."
He left as quietly as he had come. Mr. Bryant removed
Lena's blindfold. Her eyes were red with tears. "Now,
Lena, you seem upset. I'm not sure why that is, since
I've kept within the parameters of our agreement. It
hasn't been an hour and a half yet." Tears dripping
from her eyes, Lena nodded.
"Now, I think you're behaving very badly. You should
be a good whore, not make me hold you down like that.
To punish you, I'm not going to give you your Plan B.
In fact, I'm going to put this little guy up here-" he
pushed a dildo, slightly smaller than the one inside
his wife- "to make sure we keep as much of that
healthy cum up there as possible until I see you
next." Lena was shaking her head violently, but he
caught her face and looked into her eyes.
"You're being bad again, Lena. You must learn to trust
me. Plan B is effective within 72 hours, my gorgeous,
stupid whore. It's been, oh, about 16 hours since we
made love for the first time. That gives you us a safe
window of over two days for us, and three days for you
and Mr. Reynolds. Plenty of time! I promise you'll get
the pill before then. Isn't that fair?" Lena gulped
and nodded.
"Now, to reward you for being such a pretty, sweet
whore, I'm going to be generous and give you two extra
percentage points. That pulls down the grade you'll
need on your final down to an 80%. You're so close!"
Mr. Bryant pushed the dildo a bit deeper into Lena's
cunt. There was a quiet squishing sound as cum leaked
around the side.
"Now, you're going to come see me tomorrow before
practice and we'll take this out of you. I'll even
give you one extra percentage point if you're good and
don't mess with it- I'll be able to tell if you do. I
bet one more visit will get you down to where even a
perfect little idiot like you will be able to pass
this class with flying colors- and I promise you'll
get this little pill before you leave my sight. Think
I can take this gag out without both of us regretting
it?"
Lena nodded, and Mr. Bryant cut off the tape on her
hands and mouth. The panties were soaked with her
spit, and he watched approvingly as she pulled them up
and pulled her pants over top. He hoped the priest
wasn't as experienced as he had joked, or he'd surely
notice the gate of a young person who has just as her
ass thoroughly fucked.
Mr. Bryant stopped his student before she left the
classroom. "See you in class tomorrow, Lena! It's the
last big review session before the exam!"
Lena closed the door quietly.
*
Mrs. Bryant was used to her husband grunting her
sister's name as he finished inside her, but the name
"Lena" was new to her. She considered asking him about
it, but he was already fast asleep, snoring lightly.
She shrugged it off as she went to the bathroom for a
post-fuck quick pee to stave off UTIs and let his cum
drain out of her. Ever since the Plan B incident she
had stopped questioning her husband's actions. It
wasn't a wife's place.
~~
Hope you sick fuckers enjoyed that! Remember: it's
only a victimless fantasy if no actual humans are
involved. If the thought of ruining someone's life
isn't motivation enough to keep this stuff in the
pretend realm, jail for life is where you belong.
That being said, I love a good fantasy and I'm kinky
as shit! Send me your weird ideas.
Darksidecharles@gmail.com!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, 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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