Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 16:38:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Guy Smith <nvwriter2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fucking the teacher

At the age of 16 I basically had it all figured out. I
knew how to get what I wanted and how to use what God
gave me to do it. What God gave me was a nine inch
cock, as round as a Coke bottle. Believe me, I know
how to use it.
I hit puberty early, and started maturing by 11. By 12
my cock was fully developed. I lost my virginity by 13
and that was when I learned how to get what I wanted
with my cock.
At that age what I wanted was video games and toys. I
learned that older boys would give me money if I let
them suck my cock. I didn't care that it was a "queer"
thing to do. It felt good and I got money for it.
Women liked me to. My first time was with a married
woman who lived down the street. She was 21 and
married to an older man. She said he had a hamster
dick and loved it when I fucked her. I only fucked
women with the occasional guy sucking me if the price
was right.
As I got into high school, I learned that older women
were a lot more fun to fuck than the chicks my age. I
fucked my lady teachers to get out of trouble or to
get a good grade. I was a jock, so most of the male
teachers would pass me so I could stay on the football
team. Then came Mr. Houston.
He and I clashed right away. He refused to let me
slide on my grades. No amount of cajoling or begging
would get him to change my mind. Then one day in class
I saw my chance to use what God had given me.
It was after class, I had been horny all day. It had
been a couple days since I fucked anyone. I stayed
after class to beg Mr. Houston to give me a passing
grade and he continued to refuse. My hardon was
evident and it slid down my tight blue jeans.
I noticed Mr. Houston staring at my bulge. He could
barely take his eyes off it. I grabbed myself and
readjusted my cock and he sucked in his breath. I knew
I had him. Students began to come into his class and I
had to leave, I asked him if I could meet him in his
office after school and he said yes.
I waited all day for school to end and when the final
bell rang I headed to his office. He had a small
office without any windows. When I stepped inside, I
quietly locked the door behind me.
I was hard again, or still hard actually. I walked up
to him and made sure he noticed I was still rock hard.
"Trevor," he said. "I simply cannot give you a passing
grade unless you do the work."
"Please, Mr. Houston," I said. "Is there anything I
can do?" I grabbed my dick as I said this. He was
about to say something when I unzipped my pants and
pulled out my cock.
"You want this don't you?" I asked my teacher.
He tried to mumble a no, but I knew the truth. I
didn't give him a chance to say anything else. I
grabbed the back of his head and slipped my cock into
his mouth. He tried to resist, but I held him there
firmly. He finally relented, slid off his chair to his
knees and began to suck on my cock.
My suspicions were confirmed as he began to eat my
cock like a pro. He took almost all of it in his
throat without gagging. His tongue ran around my thick
cock and he sucked like a happy like queer.
"Yeah, man," I moaned "Suck my fucking cock. Eat my
dick, you bitch."
The dirty talk seemed to realy get him going more. He
moaned happily as I fucked his face, calling him a
bitch and a whore.
I began to lose it when he started playing with my
balls. I grabbed both sides of his head and fucked his
face hard.
"Yeah, bitch," I said as I slammed my dick down his
throat. "Suck it!"
I felt my cock start to gorge and I knew I was gonna
blow.
"Oh, fuck," I groaned. "I'm gonna cum."
He didn't stop sucking and I blew my load down his
throat. He drank it all and kept sucking until my cock
went limp in his mouth.
He stood up and smiled. "That'll get you an A on the
term paper. Anything more is going to cost you."
I began to wonder who was playing who here, but said
nothing as I zipped up and left his office. I got
another blow job from a lady down the street that
night, but it wasn't nearly as good as Mr. Houston.
Three days later I learned I hadn't done so well on a
test in Mr. Houston's class. I asked him what I could
to make it up. He smiled and told me to meet him in
his office after school.
I went to his office, locking the door behind me as I
did.
We didn't say anything, I just whipped out my cock and
he started sucking. I figured it would be a repeat of
the prior time, but Mr. Houston had something else in
mind.
"You're gonna fuck me, Trevor," he told. I was
floored. I wasn't at all ready to fuck some guy's
asshole.
"No way," I said.
"Ok," he said. "Then the test grade stands as it is."
"Can't you just suck me off and pass me?" I asked.
"A blowjob will get you a C-, fucking me will get you
an A," he said.
I needed the A and decide I had no choice but to give
Mr. Houston what he wanted.
He dropped his pants and bent over his desk, baring
his ass to me. He grabbed some lotion and lubed
himself up and handed it to me. I lubed up my cock and
pysched myself up to fuck my teacher. I told myself it
didn't mean I was queer, just getting what I wanted.
"It's gonna be tight," Mr. Houston said. "I've never
had a dick that big before."
I put my cock on the outside of his hole and began to
push in as he pushed his hips back.
He gasped as my head slid in. "Don't move," he said.
He stood there letting his ass adjust to my cock and
then told me to keep on going. "Slowly," he said.
I slid in ever so slowly until every last inch was in.
I backed out slowly and slid back in slowly again. I
began to increase my rhythm and he urged me on.
"Yeah, boy," he said. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Give me
that big fucking dick."
I began to really give it to him. I was amazed that he
could take it. Most women, even if they agreed to let
me fuck their ass, couldn't take half of what he was
taking.
And damn did it feel good. Like nothing I had ever
felt before. I grabbed his hips and pushed my cock
deep into his ass.
"Yeah, Mr. Houston," I moaned. "Take my dick. Take it
like a little bitch. I'm fucking you like a whore, a
fucking slut."
He moaned and groaned as I slammed into him again and
again, rattling his desk as I screwed him.
"Yeah, boy. Give me your cock. It feels so fucking
good. Fuck me like your whore."
And fuck him I did. I fucked him so incredibly hard I
thought he was gonna either pass out and split in two.
"I'm gonna cum," I told him.
"Shoot your load up my ass, boy," he told me. I didn't
need to be told again. I slammed into him one more
time and shot my jizz up his ass. I kept it in him
until I had spent all my juice. I popped from his ass.
He turned around and jacked off.
"Drink my cum and I'll give you an A on the next
test," he moaned.
I dropped to my knees, take his cock in my mouth and
he shot his load in my mouth. I had never tasted cum
before, not even my own, but was amazed how good it
tasted.
I drank his cum until it spilled from my lips. He
zipped up.
"That was fun, Trevor," he said. "But that's the only
grades I'm gonna fix from now on."
I was pissed, but he stood strong. He said his grades
couldn't be bought anymore. He stood strong. I had to
earn my grades in his class, but I did it.
I was pretty angry at him for awhile. When I was no
longer in his class I started missing him. I missed
him and I missed fucking him. I had been out of his
class for a month when I showed up in his office after
school.
He smiled like he knew I'd come eventually. Without
saying a word, Mr. Houston walked up to me, took my
head in his hands and kissed me. His tongue traveled
into my mouth and I liked it.
We fucked that day and the next. He was my bitch for
the rest of my high school years. When I graduated I
went to college. We said good-bye with a marathon fuck
session. When I came back on break Mr. Houston had
transferred to a different school. I wonder how he's
doing.....


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