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Earning The A

By: Darksider



I groaned as I walked into my American History classroom. This wasn't the normal groan I gave every day I walked into American History class my senior year in High School, oh no, this was a much more scornful groan. Why? Because unlike every other day I wasn't walking into my classroom during school, instead after school was out, and everyone was going home. I had to make up a test that I missed a week back during an absence of mine.

If there was one thing I hated in school that year it was my American History teachers tests, they were nearly impossible. But if there was one thing I liked in American History, it was Mr. Stanley, my American History teacher. At 28, and as a marine who served in the gulf war, Mr. Stanley was young (probably even younger looking then he was) and had a nice lean muscular body.

Now I don't consider myself gay by any means, but this guy was one hot stud, and as my teacher, and a marine, he was a big dirty fantasy for me. That still didn't help me feel any better about taking one of his damn tests, especially after school.

"Good afternoon Josh." He said in his professional voice. Another turn on about Mr. Stanley for me was that he always dressed in a full dress shirt, tie, suit coat, and suit pants. I wasn't so pleasant with my reply.

"Yeah hi." I grumbled. I was the only one in the room to take the test, I walked up to his desk where he handed the test and the answer sheet. I took a seat in the first row and got to work. Well, for about 2 minutes before I realized as I skipped almost every question, that I didn't know any of them!

My grades were good all except for in American History, and this would only drag it further in the hole. I needed a good grade on this test, but their was just no chance in hell I could get it. I answered the few questions that I could, scribbled in some guesses, and with a total test taking time of 10 minutes I was done with what I could and got up and went to his desk.

Mr. Stanley was correcting papers, as I stepped up in front of his desk he didn't look up. "Do you have a question Josh?" He asked.

"No... I don't have a clue about this test Mr. Stanley, I'm done!" I replied disgusted.

"Done?!" He looked up shocked! "Well, that can't be good Josh." He replied

"Man Mr. Stanley is their something I can do for some points on this test!" I pleaded, knowing I was grasping at something that wasn't there. Mr. Stanley never gave extra credit.

"What do you mean Josh?! Extra Credit!?" He asked, as if what I had proposed was utterly ridiculous.

"Mr. Stanley, anything! I'll wash your car! I'll cut your grass for the rest of my life!" I begged.

"Anything Josh?" He probed.

"Anything!" I replied hastily.

He got up, and walked over to the door turning the lock, I hardly noticed any significance to it as he continued speaking. "All right Josh. Back in Desert Storm, when a guy needed something, they gave their ass up for it in return."

I was caught of guard by his sudden less professional attitude, and also at his statement. I wasn't quite sure I understood what he meant. "Excuse me Mr. Stanley? I'm not sure I underst-" I started

"You want me to help you out on this test Josh, then you help me out on something I've needed for a while now. That is, unless you want the grade you've earned on this test." He smugly replied.

Was I understanding my young hot bodied former U. S soldier of an American History teacher? Did he want to fuck me for an A on my test? If so, does he think it's actually some sort of punishment for me? It didn't take me long to decide, but I didn't make myself look to anxious.

"Okay Mr. Stanley, I'll do anything!" I replied after all these thoughts processed in my head.

"Then get under my desk!" He commanded! I liked hearing him command me like that. I crawled under his desk as he walked back from the door that he'd just locked, the only door into the room. He got into his seat with me on my hands and knees underneath the desk. My face was practically in his crotch and my breath became faster as I sweat in anticipation. Mr. Stanley reached to the zipper of his dress pants and unzipped them. He then reached into his open fly, and seconds later pulled out his semi hard cock.

I had a decent but not perfect view of his manhood from the limited light under the desk, he wasn't even completely hard yet and I could tell he was hung! I gulped nervously. I'd never sucked a mans penis before. But hey, I've had mine sucked by a woman before and I know what I like. I hoped it was what Mr. Stanley liked.

"What are you waiting for Josh! Suck my dick, and That's an Order!" He demanded, his words only excited me, and I dived in opening my mouth and blindly moving in on it. It slapped off my cheek first and I backed off a bit to try again this time the head of his quickly stiffening cock bounced on my lips before I got it into my mouth.

I heard him moan as I closed my lips around it. I hadn't gotten much of it into my mouth but it was the best I could do on my first time. I grabbed a hold of his shaft and began slowly masturbating him as I bobbed my head up and down on my teachers hot moist cock. He was getting harder and larger by the second as I continued mouth fucking this Desert Storm Veteran. I got a few more moans out of him as I sucked him off.

"Oooooo yes Josh, that's how you earn an A." He muttered between long moans. I continued bobbing my head up and down on my teachers penis, and as I began going faster and faster Mr. Stanley began moving his hips up and down in his chair forcing his cock towards the back of my throat and then back out again.

As I fought from gagging and continued jacking off his rock hard member he became more and more intense in his hip bucking until I was getting a full fledged mouth fucking from under my teachers desk and he was panting heavily and muttering "Oh Fuck Yeah!" Over and over. I picked up the pace as I became totally focused on jamming my hot young teachers cock down my throat. I didn't even notice the aching pain of my erection stuck in my pants.

"Oh fuck your gonna make me cum you little bitch!" He proclaimed. As I felt his muscles tighten in my grip around his cock I braced myself for a huge shot of cum, but at the last moment Mr. Stanley pulled out, his huge shlong making a popping sound as it pulled out from my lips.

"Get out here you bitch! If you want an A your gonna get that sweet little ass fucked!" he demanded. I was totally horny by now I didn't care what he would do to me. I crawled out from under his desk and stood up, wiping spit from my chin. Mr. Stanley stood up, and took of his suit coat, tossing it to the floor. He then undid his dress shirt buttons, and let it drop to the floor. For the first time I got a look at his marine trained upper body. His chest was hairless, he had rock hard pecks, a very well defined six pack, and his arm muscles were huge for his average sized frame.

Then he unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop to the floor, standing only in his boxers, with his cock hanging out of the open slit in the front. He pulled them off and stepped out of them. I was totally awe stricken. He had a small patch of reddish brown hair (The color of his military style shaved head) that lead from his six packed belly button region down to the thatch of it that covered the base of his cock. His prick itself was startling. I don't have much to compare it with but it was much larger then my 6 inches. I looked minuscule to his monster. I'd say his was a huge 8 and a half inches no exaggerations, and very thick. I felt a slight bit of fear when I thought of that monster going up my virgin asshole.

He then turned to his desk drawer, giving me a view of his hairless ass, that was so tight and muscular I wanted to get on my hands and knees and rub it down while I licked around it. He opened and shut the drawer, and turned back to me, he had a bottle of lube.

"We'll Josh, get out of those clothes!" He ordered. I snapped out of my trance at his tight military body, and realized it was my turn. I was very embarrassed to have to take off my clothes after that, but nothing was gonna stop me from being fucked by that stud. I pulled off my T-shirt. I'm average weight and height, but I'm really boyish looking for my age of 18. I had no chest hair to speak of, and very little under arm and no facial hair. I was fit, but not very muscular like he was. Next I undid my jeans and let them, and my boxers drop to the floor at the same time, I was going as fast as I could I was so excited. My penis was already rock hard and ready to go but paled in comparison to his. I also had very little pubic hair. He eyed me up and I think I saw a smile form on his face.

"Lean over the desk." He ordered. I did so, and spread my legs as far as I could. Mr. Stanley came behind me and I heard him ponder, "Hmmm, this is going to be a tight fit."

I heard him open the bottle and squeeze some out, then I felt his hands feeling my ass, he spread the cheeks with one hand, and began whipping it all over my asshole with the other. I jumped as he slipped a finger in my virgin butt hole to lube the inside as well. Then he was lubing up his fuck pole. I waited half scared and half excited as hell. His hands again parted my cheeks, and I felt the head of purple monster touch my puckered and lubed hole.

He had no remorse shoving it in. As easy as it went in with all the lube, it still hurt like hell to have something shoved up my ass for the first time, especially something as mammoth as my History teachers ram rod! He slowly inched up as far as he could as I winced in pain, and then he pulled almost all the way back out, before thrusting it in again.

I moaned in mixture of pain and pleasure, as he pulled out and thrust back in again. He began going faster and groaned. "Fuck you've got a real fucking tight ass Josh!"

With that he began slamming me as hard as he could. The sound of his huge balls slapping off my ass as he pumped in and out was so loud I was surprised no one outside who might be left in the halls could hear. As he continued to ram me without mercy the pleasure began over taking the pain as I realized I was being ass fucked by my hot stud of a history teacher. I began to moan and buck my hips in unison with his intense ass ride!

As Mr. Stanley tightly gripped my hips the pace got to a blinding speed for a few minutes, and then died down, both of us dripping with sweat. Mr. Stanley kept a hold of my waist and stepped back bring me, still skewered by his huge member, down with him as he sat in his chair.

"Ride me little bitch! Ride my cock for that A!" He demanded. I was so turned on I just grunted in reply and bounced up and down on his engorged prick. My hairless ass slapped off his lap and his balls as he sat in his chair and I rode his cock like a wild bull.

"How's that you Marine fucking stud!" I moaned through clenched teeth as I gave him a ride bouncing violently up and down. The hair at the base of his cock brushed against my ass as I took his full 8 and a half meat all the way up my anal hole. He gripped my waist again and began lifting me up and down on his cock with his huge arm strength, even faster and harder then I could bounce.

"Oh shit I'm gonna cum in your ass bitch!!!" as he slammed me one more time and then let me drop down onto his cock, completely burying it. This took me over the edge and my balls tighten. Without even touching my dick I blew my jizz up and all over Mr. Stanley desk, just as stream after stream of cum from his intense orgasm blasted up into my asshole.

When the orgasms subsided, I collapsed down onto my teachers hot sticky prick, and he reached around onto the desk and with a red pen, wrote a big A over my test paper.

Earning the Afternoon Off



David rested his head against his headboard, while on the other side of the wall, his mother screamed out yet another orgasm. His cock was firmly held in his hands, as his mother screaming to be fucked harder and harder. In his mind it was him, David, she was screaming for. He could feel himself getting close, but wanted to delay that pleasure, until she was done.

He gripped the base of himself, and waited for the sensation to ebb.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah, right there, baby, right there. Keep that up and you're gonna make me cum agaaaaaaiiiiinnnnn!"

That did it, and his semen shot out, making a high arc, before landing in the towel he had laid out. He quickly started rubbing up and down his shaft, trying to prolong the pleasure as he pictured himself shooting off into his sexy mother. Her short blonde hair matted to her head with sweat, as her large tits swayed above him. He moaned louder, and hoped that they didn't hear him next door, as his own orgasm intensified.

By the time he was done cleaning up, he could hear his dad leaving. He was taking off on another one of his trips, leaving his mother, Marion, and him alone for a couple weeks. He was in the business of restoring businesses after a fire or some other natural disaster, and his company sent him to both evaluate the estimated costs, as well as supervise the restorations. Quite often it seemed like he was gone more than he was home.

"Oh, hunny, I didn't realize you were home," his mom told him as he dumped his towel in the laundry. She didn't miss what he'd dropped off, and gave a small grimace. "Heard, us huh?"

David wasn't in the least bit embarrassed. They were like best friends, and talked about almost anything. "Sorry, mom--" Not that he really was! "--It was kinda hard NOT to."

She grimaced again for a moment, and then shrugged it off. "Your dad will be gone for about a week this time, so it's just us till then."

"Yeah?" David knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't stop himself from asking the next question. "When is Peter coming over?"

This time her grimace turned into a fully fledged scowl. "My BOSS is coming over tomorrow, so that we can discuss some insurance claims that look fraudulent."

We both knew that was a lie, and we both knew that we both knew, but mom did try to keep up some appearances.

His mom was a horny woman, and who could blame her? At forty-five she still looked like she was in her thirties, and she worked out regularly to keep her slim frame. The only thing that wasn't slim about her was her huge knockers, which David realized he was currently staring at.

"If you're done ogling me, dinner will be in a couple hours, and I could use your help." That was another great thing about his mom. She hated to order food, and they almost always had home-cooked meals.

David soon found himself peeling potatoes, while his mom worked on the rest of the food. He kept catching himself glancing at her as she worked; admiring how her hips swayed as she kneaded the hamburger, or the way her pants hugged her ass as she bent over the counter. Marion caught him looking a few times, but she just shook her head at her son's foolishness, and continued working.

After dinner, David had some reports to fill out online for his job, and so retired to his room for the night. He was an accountant for various firms, and made good money doing it. He chose to live at home to save on the cost of rent, and be close to his mother. It wasn't that David always thought about sex when it came to Marion. He truly loved her, and enjoyed helping her out whenever his dad was away on business. He just couldn't help himself when he heard her having sex, or when she dressed in a sexy fashion, as she was often wont to do.

He had just finished his last report, when he heard the shower start in the hallway. David had often wondered why the master bedroom didn't have its own bathroom, but he didn't complain, because the hallway bathroom had one more oddity, that worked to his favor; it didn't have a fan.

This usually meant that his mother would crack the door so that the cool air would creep in and keep the mirror from fogging up. It also meant he could get a good peek at her naked.

Unfortunately, just as he reached the crack in the door, she was slipping behind the shower curtain, cutting off his view. David was patient, however, and waited for her to finish.

He whiled away the minutes imagining her rubbing her loofah across her ample bosom, along her slender thighs, and between her succulent butt cheeks. He was already hard as a rock by the time she turned off the water.

The shower curtain was thrown back, and David failed to cover a gasp at the glorious sight before him. Water droplets covered her body, dripping off her breasts, and running down her legs. Her short hair was plastered to her head, and she wasn't wearing an ounce of makeup. He knew that some men preferred their women all dolled up, but there were times, like now for instance, that David liked the natural beauty of a woman to shine through. Her chest sagged only slightly, despite her age and having had him, and one miscarriage. After the miscarriage, his father had been fixed, not wanting to suffer that pain again. Her nipples were large and hard as the water cooled them, and sat perfectly on her mounds. Her pussy had a slight blonde fuzzy growth, which David knew she usually kept trimmed, if not shaved. From this distance, he could just make out her labia poking through her outer lips.

She grabbed a towel, and David slipped his hand down his pants, grasping himself again. His mother was a sexual goddess as far as he was concerned, and he was not in control of his lusts. In truth, it was by the barest thread of decency that stopped him from entering the bathroom and having his way with her, right then and there.

Marion bent over to dry her calves and feet, allowing David to see her brown hole and a better shot at her crotch.

As soon as she was dry, she wrapped the towel around her waist, and walked up to the fog-free mirror, breasts swaying with her movement.

This was the most dangerous time for David, as the mirror was directly in front of the crack in the door. All it would take is for a flick of her eyes to catch him staring at her, and he would be busted. There wasn't an excuse he could come up with to explain why his face would be looking through the cracked door at his nude mother. He had to get his breathing under control, so that he wasn't given away from the sound.

He couldn't pull away though, as Marion placed her hands above her breasts, and lifted them by pulling her skin up, then let go, and watched them bounce. She did this a few times, grimacing, David figured, at the way they sagged. He was simply mesmerized. He watched as she leaned toward the mirror, her melons dangling from her chest, and began to tug at her face. She really didn't look her age, but like most women, she saw flaws in herself that others were incapable of seeing, including her only child.

She pulled back, and David realized he had overstayed his luck, and had to get out of the hallway. He pulled his hand from his pants as he stood up, and started walking as normal as he could with his hard on, down the hallway. A second later, the door opened all the way, and he turned to see his mother stick her head out.

"Turn around, son. I'm coming out," she told him when she spied him.

"I don't understand why you don't just wrap a towel around your whole body," David replied as he turned around. The truth was that he didn't want her to wrap it around her whole body, but he had to play the his part.

He didn't hear anything in response, and turned to see that she was already in her room, the door tightly shut. David retreated to his own domain, locking the door behind him. He grabbed one of his tube socks out of his drawer. In what felt like record time, he was dumping his load into the sock, and collapsing back on his bed. That night, not for the first time, David wondered if there was some way to get his mother to sleep with him.

* * *

The following day at work, all David could think about was getting home, and hopefully catching his mother and her boss, Peter, fucking again. He had been shocked the first time he had found them together, and had confronted his mother about it as soon as Peter had left.

"I have needs too, son, and it just so happens that when your dad is away, Peter takes care of those needs," she'd told him.

"What about dad? How do you think he would feel to know his wife was stepping out on him?" David had shot back angrily. His anger only increased when she started laughing.

"Do you think he stays celibate on his trips? Your dad is a good looking man, and he knows how to please a woman. We have an understanding: when he is home, we stay faithful to each other, but when one of us is gone, we are free to do as we like." David had been speechless to learn this. "We both have strong sex drives, and quite frankly, it is unreasonable to expect either of us to go without a good screwing for longer than a day or two."

Since that day, it was still a rare occurrence when he caught them. He didn't know if it was his mother or Peter that was shy about it, but they were usually working by the time he arrived home.

David typed the last of his numbers into the spreadsheet, and double checked his math. Everything was accurate. Looking at the clock, it was about four PM. If he hurried, he might just catch them.

He broke a few speed limits on the way home, but he knew where all the speed traps were, and avoided speeding through those.

He saw Peter's car in the driveway as he pulled in, and his heart started beating. He just might be in time!

He entered through the front door, stepping quietly, hoping to hear some moaning.

It was deadly quiet. He tip toed back to his room, and pressed his ear against the shared wall, and could hear something, but wasn't sure what. He lithely moved back out of his room, and almost gasped as he noticed his mother's door was cracked. She was usually more circumspect when it came to her and Peter screwing.

David dropped down to his hands and knees, and crawled to the slight opening.

The lights were off, but the thin curtains let in enough light for David to see, as soon as his eyes adjusted. Peter was on top of her, plunging in and out, as she grunted with each thrust. Her head was pointed in David's direction, so there was no way she could see him, but for a second, he thought he had been busted by Peter.

Peter didn't slow down, however, so David figured he was safe. He realized that the sound he had heard from his room, was his mother's grunting, and wondered why she was being so quiet. Usually she was rather loud in her lovemaking.

Peter leaned forward, and hooked his arms under Marion's shoulders, and pulled her back on him. "Oh, fuck!" Marion screamed as he did this, and then covered her mouth with her hand. David now had an excellent view of his mother's ass, as she moved her hips on top of her boss.

"Let it out, baby," David heard Peter say. "Your son won't be home for awhile. You don't need to be so quiet, and I love to hear moan." Peter picked up his pace beneath her, and Marion had to place her hand against his chest to steady her at the new onslaught. She stuck her knuckle in her mouth, and David figured it was to hold back her cries. "Come on!" Peter moaned.

"I don't want him catching us anymore," she said, pulling her knuckle from between her teeth. "He already gives me weird looks, as it is."

"Oh, come on! You like the way he looks at you. I've seen him looking at you breasts," as he spoke, Peter began to lightly stroke Marion's chest, "he seems to like your ass, too."

"Stop it. He's my son!" If David didn't know any better, he would have thought she had moaned out that last part.

"You can't fool me, Marion. I felt your pussy tighten as I mentioned him, and I felt you get wetter when you did."

"No, no!" Marion whined.

"I wonder what you would do if he came in here right now and wanted to fuck you. Would you let him?"

"He is... Oh Gawd! He's my son!" She moaned, picking up her own pace.

David didn't know what Peter was playing at, but he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He silently unzipped his fly, and pulled out his meat. He started to stroke himself as watched his mother and Peter fucking.

"Say his name, Marion. Say your son's name."

"No, I can't. Not while we're... Ung... Yes, harder. Fuck me harder!" Peter stopped moving though, and Marion cried out in frustration. "Why'd you stop?"

"Not until you say his name," Peter said in a tone that David knew meant business.

David watched, as Peter reached between them, and assumed he was going to play with her clit, but his mom didn't react.

"I don't know why you want me to. It is wrong! That's too close to incest. I won't--Ahhhh!" Peter must have finally touched her clit, but then he stopped again, and just looked at her, waiting.

Marion placed both her hands next to Peter's head on the bed, and brought her face close to his. David could only imagine the serious look she was giving him. He had to strain his ears to hear what she said.

"Fine, if you want to hear me say it that badly... David." The sound of his name as she sat atop Peter was like lightning running through his soul. He had to stop masturbating, because he was too close to blowing his load right there against the door.

As soon as she said her son's name, Peter began to move inside her, slowly. "Say it again," he commanded.

"Ahh, David..." this time his name came out in a definite moan, as Peter picked up his pace.

"Again," the demand was repeated.

Marion's hips were moving as fast as she could now, as she said it again, and again. Each time she called her son's name, she grew louder and Peter picked up his pace.

"David, David, Awe, Fuck me, David! Fuck me harder! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, David you're gonna make your mom cum all over yooooouuuuuuu!" Marion began to shake and shudder and he heard Peter grunt as he started his own orgasm.

David had to run to his room, and barely made it before he shot his own load all over his carpet. He had almost lost it at her doorway, but had had just enough presence of mind to know that he couldn't make a mess there, and left.

David quickly cleaned up his spunk, and then snuck out his window. He ran to the front door, and then took a few seconds to catch his breath. The image of his mom getting banged while she called his name and came kept running through his head.

It took longer than normal, but he was finally able to get himself under control, and he opened the door loudly, allowing it to bang against the wall. "I'm home," he yelled, hoping that he had given them enough time to get dressed. He fervently hoped they wouldn't suspect that he had been watching.

"Back here, son," Marion called, and David wondered if she sounded out of breath. He went back to her room, where only minutes before, she had been screaming his name, but now looked up as Peter unscrewed a light bulb. "The light went out, and Peter was nice enough to change it for me. I can't reach it myself," she explained unnecessarily. David was certain it was a lie, but played along, as both were fully clothed, and there wasn't anything other than his memory to say anything to the contrary.

Peter finally got the bulb free, and David thought he might have winked as he walked by to get another one.

"So, how was work?" Marion asked. Did she seem more nervous than usual? David wondered, but shrugged it off as his own paranoia. He started to tell her about work when Peter returned with a new bulb, and screwed it into place.

"Well, that ought to allow things to be seen better in here from now on, right David?" Why was he asking him, David wondered, but just shrugged noncommittally? "Well, Marion, I'd better get those files back to the office. We will have a busy day tomorrow, trying to prove some of those cases are fraudulent."

Marion walked him to the door, and this time there was no mistaking the wink Peter gave him as he left. David then knew that Peter had caught him spying, and had probably said everything just for him. But the question that kept going through his mind was: why?

Dinner that night started out quiet as usual, until Marion spoke up. "When do you think you'll find a good girl?"

This was a conversation David hated having, and she asked it all too often. Hoping to end it quickly, he told her the truth. "Just as soon as I find a woman that can possibly compare to you, mom." That usually ended the conversation, but tonight it seemed to fail.

"And in what ways are you comparing them to me?"

David didn't know how to answer, and started blushing instead. He couldn't believe that at twenty-eight he could still blush like this. Well, the truth had gotten him into this mess; he would use it to get him out. "I am looking for someone who is smart, and funny, and is willing to take good care of me."

"Is that all, David?" Did she seem disappointed? The sound of his name on her lips brought back memories of earlier that evening.

"Um... Okay. I am partial to blondes."

"Blondes, huh? What about breasts?" To his shock, Marion cupped her large breasts through her shirt as she asked this question.

David mumbled out the truth before he could think better of it. "Yours are the perfect size."

She just smiled, as she asked, "What about rear ends? I hear some men are really into those."

"Yes, your butt is the nicest I've seen." They had often talked about many things, including sex, but had never been this open or personal before, and David was beginning to like it.

"But we shouldn't talk about me. I want to talk about you finding a woman for yourself." The smile was still on her face, as she looked at him.

"What do I need a woman for, when I've got you?" He was surprised at the bluntness of his own statement, but relaxed as Marion giggled.

"There are some things I can't take care of as your mother, son." 

He was about to protest this statement, but thought better of it. Despite what he had witnessed earlier that day, he didn't dare cross that line yet. Instead he replied, "I can take care of those things myself."

She looked at him for a few uncomfortable seconds, and then finally asked, "Do you... Um... Do you take care of those, er, things often?"

"Almost every day," the answer was out before he could think better of it. Marion's eyes grew large at the answer, but she dropped her gaze to her nearly empty plate.

"Eat your food, before it gets cold," she finally said. David had forgotten that they were eating dinner. He recognized that she wanted the conversation to end, and even though he now wanted to keep it going, he had no idea how to.

That night when she showered, David was let down to find the bathroom door closed and locked. 

* * *

The next couple days, David failed to catch Peter and his mother in the act, and was even surprised when they weren't home when he got off work. He figured that they probably did it during lunch, and then drove back to their office, and an idea formed in his head.

It was Friday, and David got up as usual, drank the coffee his mom had set out for him, and then left as though he were going to work. He parked his car a couple blocks away, called to let his boss know that he was feeling sick and would be working from home, then walked back to his house.

He hid in some bushes till he saw his mom drive away, before going in, and locking the door behind him. He would make sure he was home when they came here to screw.

He opened his computer, and worked while he waited for them. Sure enough, a little after noon, he heard a car door close outside.

He flipped off his computer screen, and made sure his door was open. Jumping into his own closet, he waited to hear them pass by his room. He had left his door open so that his mother would see his room was empty, as well as being quiet when he left to spy on them.




Earning the Afternoon Off



"What are you doing?" He heard his mom's voice outside his room, and thought he was busted. He scrunched his eyes closed, trying to come up with some sort of excuse that would explain why he was hiding in his closet at lunchtime, when he was supposed to be at work.

"Let's do it in here, today," Peter said, and David realized he was safe, as Peter walked into Marion's son's room.

"But this is David's room," Marion protested.

"I know. This will be even kinkier, don't you think?"

"I swear I don't know what has gotten into you lately with this incest kick you've been on."

Peter laughed for a moment. "Me? You're the one that screamed out his name yesterday, while we were doing it doggy style."

"I know, and if he ever found out, I don't think I could live with the shame."

His mom had called out his name yesterday? David had to stop himself from readjusting his crotch at that thought. He was starting to get hard, but it was at the wrong angle. He was too afraid to move, and make a noise.

He watched through the slats in his closet door, as Peter led Marion into her son's room. "Okay. I don't know why I let you talk me into these things," she playfully complained, but didn't stop him as he started to remove her top. She started to undo Peter's belt, and as soon as it was free, she dropped to her knees, pulling his slacks down.

For the first time, David got a decent look at Peter's prick. It didn't look overly long, but it was thick. Marion gripped it at the base, and smiled up at Peter. "I can't believe I am about to give my boss a blowjob in my son's room." She then slipped his cock between her thick lips, and Peter threw his head back and groaned.

Marion's short blonde hair waved back and forth as she bobbed her head, bringing more and more groans from Peter. After a couple minutes he pulled her head off him, and smiled down at her. "If you do that too much more, we won't make it to the main event."

Marion bit her lower lip as she smiled up at Peter and jacked him off a couple more times. David, his eyes glued on the older couple, thought she looked younger than ever with that sparkle in her eyes. She stood and removed the rest of her clothing, while Peter did likewise.

She was about to get on the bed, when she stopped. "Wait. I don't want to make a mess on his bed. Is there something we can put under us?"

They started to look around the room, but David kept his room spic and span. He almost groaned as Peter walked up to the closet. There was no way he was going to be able to hide, as soon as it was opened.

David watched as if in slow motion while the closet door opened first a little, then slowly more and more. Peter stuck his head in, and immediately saw David.

"I thought I saw your car," he whispered, then reached for David. Peter's hand closed, and pulled a towel David had on a shelf out. He gave the younger man a wink, and then closed the door behind him. "Got it," Peter told the naked woman on her son's bed. He tossed her the towel, and she immediately spread it out on the bed.

David's crotch had shrunk when he thought he was about to get caught, but now as he watched, he was rock hard again. Luckily this time, he was able to adjust himself, covered by the noise of them talking.

Peter climbed on top of Marion, and began kissing her softly. David had often wondered what it would feel like to get more than just a peck from those big soft lips, and envied his dad and Peter their experiences.

Peter began to kiss down her neck till he reached her heaving bosom, then sucked one nipple between his teeth and was rewarded with a moan from Marion. David could see Peter's hand at his mother's crotch, spreading her lips, and he realized that Peter was putting on a show for him. He knew that her son was watching, and he was enjoying it too.

Peter released her tit, and looked her in the eyes. "I'll bet your son uses this towel to cum on when he masturbates. I'll bet he even masturbates to thoughts of you. Just think, you might be lying in his cum right now. Cum shot out to thoughts of you, his mother." David could see that Peter's words were having an effect on his mother. Her eyes blazed, as she looked at Peter, and she licked her lips. 

Peter lunged forward, and sucked her tongue into his mouth, as he got into position to enter her. David could tell that he was rubbing his cock against her pussy, and she was moaning loudly into their kiss.

"Put it in me. Fuck me with that thick cock of yours," she mewled, as he continued to withhold it from her.

"Say it. I wanna hear you say it," Peter said, and David was confused. Hadn't she just told him what she wanted? Why was he waiting?

"Damnit Peter!" Marion said in exasperation. "You know how I feel. Why do I have to say it?"

Peter stopped moving, and actually began pulling away.

"Fine! Fuck me David. Fuck your mother. I want to feel your cock inside me!"

If David had been jacking off at that moment, he would have blown all over the inside of his closet. He knew that she was just role-playing, but the thought that she had actually said it, and that they were role-playing about HIM, was nearly too much.

Peter got back into position, and Marion threw her legs around him, not allowing him to escape again. She used those legs to great effect as she pulled her lover into her wet snatch. They both groaned loudly at the contact, and David heard their hips meet as Peter sank into her.

Peter began to grunt as he moved his hips into the married woman. David used the noise to cover the sound of him unzipping his pants, and pulling his own swollen penis out. He wasn't able to see much from this angle, so mainly listened to his mother's profanity.

"That's it, you big stud. Fuck me. Fuck me with that young cock of yours, David. Make me cum all over it!"

Marion began her orgasm as she spoke, and David watched as her legs tightened around Peter's waist.

"Would you fuck your son if he walked in right now?" Peter said when she had started to relax.

"No. That's wrong. It is one thing to play; it is another to have it actually happen. That's why we've been doing it during lunch. He almost caught us last time."

"You can't lie to me, when I'm inside you, Marion. I feel your pussy squeeze me every time you think of him." Peter pulled out of her, and rolled her onto her hands and knees. This gave David a great view of her ass and pussy. Her labia glistened with her juices as she hunched over. "I think you would let him fuck you if he wanted." She tried to protest, but Peter slipped into her, turning her denials into moans. "I'll even bet you would cum all over his cock, as he made you scream." She was shaking her head no, but she was also pushing back against his thrusts with vigor. "I'd even go so far as to say you would let him cum inside your sopping wet pussy."

"Yes! I would. Is that what you want to hear? That I would let my own son fuck me? That I sometimes masturbate to thoughts of him between my legs? That I wonder what the feel of his cum running down my throat would taste like? Or how warm his cum would feel as it ran down my legs?" Marion immediately went into the throes of another orgasm, as she finished talking.

Peter began to move his arm, and it took David a second to realize the older man was telling him to come out.

David was in a daze, after hearing the words his mother had just spoken. She really did and wondered all that? Before he knew it he was standing behind the adulterous couple. Peter indicated for him to strip, and he did so, with only half a mind. Was this really going to happen?

Marion finally came out of her stupor, and turned to look at Peter. David watched as her eyes grew to the size of tea saucers, or so it seemed to David.

"Son! What?" She tried to pull away from Peter, but the man had a firm grip on her waist, as he continued to thrust into her. Her eyes traveled David's body, and seemed to notice finally that he was naked. Her eyes seemed to grow even more when they finally alighted on his stiff cock. "David... Son... Why are you... Ung... In here?" She seemed to be having a hard time talking as Peter pounded into her.

"You said what you wanted. Your son is here to supply you with your desires." Peter told her, as if discussing the Sunday paper, and not an act of incest.

"But... No. I can't," Her words were at odds with the spark in her eyes, and she started to lick her lips. "I mean... It's wrong." She was no longer fighting Peter, and even seemed to be returning his thrusts. David crawled up onto his bed, near her face. "This is incest. Immoral, illegal, incest." The fight seemed to leave her completely, as she reached for her son's cock, and brought her lips near it. David almost missed her next words, as they whispered out of her. "Delicious incest."

Marions thick lips parted over David's thick head, and he let out a low moan of his own. He couldn't believe that his mom was actually giving him a blowjob. Her mouth felt so warm surrounding his manhood, David had to do everything within his power to keep from blowing his load right then.

"How does it feel to have two dicks in you, Marion? How does it feel to know that one of them is your son's?" Peter teased her.

In answer, his mom started to go wild, pushing back against Peter, and sucking hard on David's cock. David knew he was doomed. He placed his hands on the back of his mother's head, and grunted as he shot his load down her throat.

Marion began to moan herself, as she swallowed her son's cum, the vibrations enhancing David's orgasm. She didn't let his penis go when he was done, however, continuously sucking and licking him to keep him hard. David didn't know if it was her skills, or the fact that it was his own mother doing it, but he barely softened between her lips.

"I know how good that feels," Peter said, "but I promise this end is even better." He pulled out of her, and before David could even blink, Marion had David on his back, as she climbed up him.

She looked him deep in the eyes as she reach down between them, grasped his cock, and aimed it for her opening. "I hope this is what you wanted, son, because you're about to make your mother really happy!" She pushed down hard, and David thought he'd gone to heaven. Her pussy was like silk, tightly sliding down his pole. There was a fire inside her that only one thing could quench, but having just shot one load, he wasn't yet close to his second.

Their hips came together, and Marion dropped her lips to her son's. The kiss started out loving and tender. David could just barely taste himself on her lips, but it was overpowered, by the knowledge that he was finally learning just what it felt like to really kiss this beautiful woman. Her lips were soft, and yet firm as they pressed against each other, undulating under the passion they shared. When their tongues touched, David thought he heard fireworks going off in his head.

David wrapped his arms around his mother, and finally began to thrust into her. Their grunts and groans melded together into a symphony of dangerous delights that neither could deny. 

Marion was the first to break the kiss, gasping for air. "Gawd, son, you feel so good. Why didn't we do this years ago? Ah, that's it. Right there. Keep doing that!" David lifted his head, and finally tasted the nipples he had admired through cracked doorways for so many years. They were hard and rubbery between his teeth, and he attacked them with a voracious appetite.

"Ah, son! You're gonna make your mom cum all over your stiff cock. Faster, son, faster. Yeah, suck mommy's boobs. Oh, Fuuuuuuuuu--"

David felt her pussy grip his cock a split second before his groin was soaked in her juices. He kept thrusting and sucking, trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible.

The bed shifted, reminding David that they weren't alone. Peter got behind Marion, and squatted down. David thought he knew what was about to happen, and reached down, grabbed his mother's fine ass, and spread her cheeks. Marion's twat suddenly got even tighter, as Peter slid into her anus.

"Oh, fuck, this is too much!" Marion cried, but David felt her start to rock between them. Her eyes were squeezed shut, as she moved and howled her delights at being so stuffed.

David moved his hands to her breasts, pinching both her nipples between his fingers, and started to nibble on her neck.

Peter was the first to start cumming, starting a chain reaction. Marion screamed her own orgasm, nearly deafening her son. David couldn't have pulled out of his mother in this position if he'd wanted to, which he didn't, and as soon as her tight pussy began to milk his cock, he gave up his second load into her. 

Peter was the first to pull away, as he started to clean himself up. Mother and son cuddled on the bed for a bit, still basking in the afterglow of their mutual orgasms.

"Marion, I think you have earned the rest of the day off, but I still expect you to work tomorrow morning."

Neither one of them noticed when he left.

Marion was the first to speak, running her fingers through her son's hair, as she lay naked atop him. "I can't believe we actually did that."

"I can't believe YOU've wanted to do that. Do you know how many times I fantasized about this?" David asked in awe, smiling broadly.

Marion giggled, which did wonders for his gradually reviving cock still in her. "I always thought I was sick and demented for wanting to have sex with my own son, but you have grown into quite the fine man. But you have to promise me some things."

David leaned up, and planted a quick kiss on her lips, while reaching down and groping her delicious hind end. "Anything," he told her.

Marion wiggled her hips against her son, and he knew that she couldn't mistake to feeling of him growing inside her. "We can't tell your father, and we can't do it when he is home. I have promised to be faithful to him when he is here, and I mean to keep that promise." David started moving his hips as she spoke. "Un... But when he is... Gone... We can... We can... Fuck!" Marion mashed her lips back to her son's at the last expletive, and rolled him over, on top of her.

David worked himself onto his knees, and looked down at his glorious mother. Her blonde hair was fanned out on his pillow, and her breasts sat a little on her sides. Her stomach was flat, and for the first time, he noted that she was completely shaved. He placed his thumb at her clit, and pressed in as he rocked his hips. Marion's eyes stayed locked on his, and there was no mistaking the love and lust that lay behind them as he tenderly made love to his mother.

They made love several more times that afternoon, and he even got to feel the insides of her luscious ass, before they finally collapsed for the night.

Satisfied, happy, and very naked, the two slept more peacefully than they had in years.



Earning the Grade...



Earning the Grade, Mr. Jack's Way

Geography had always been my worst subject. I struggled really hard just to barely make a passing grade. There was no way in hell I was going to miss out on my senior year because of failing Geography! 

Needless to say, I was very distraught last week when I found out I received a 64% on a major test. I was beside myself. My best friend Kara suggested I approach our teacher, Mr. Jack, about a study session. I was a little doubtful that more studying would help, but I decided to talk to Mr. Jack anyway. Maybe I could convince him to give me a second chance at the test.

Mr. Jack is a really nice guy, but he can be firm when it comes to our grades. Everyone likes him because he always has our best interests in mind. Mr. Jack is always there with wise advice when we come to him with a problem. Like when Angela Gass found out she was pregnant and was too scared to tell her parents. He helped her see that her parents would still love and support her. Still, he could be tough if he thought you were jerking him around. More than one of the school's jocks had been held out of a game for screwing around and failing Mr. Jack's test.

My hands and legs were shaking as I waited in the classroom for him. Damn... I needed to pass this class bad! After a few minutes Mr. Jack strolled into the classroom with a lighthearted smile on his face.

"Come on, Kimmy," he teased, "things aren't THAT bad are they?"

I tried to smile. "Well I dunno, Mr. Jack. I just can't fail this year. I study hard but I just can't seem to get this freaking Geography! I was hoping you might be able suggestion something?"

He slipped out of his jacket and loosened his tie. Sitting on the corner of his desk he motioned me over. "Kimmy," he started with a soft smile as he took my hands in his, "anything is possible if you want it bad enough. What options have you considered?"

"Well," I started hesitantly, "I guess that's why I'm here. I just can't seem to get it on my own. I was hoping there was something you could do to help me, or maybe.... something I could do for you?" Nervously I tucked some stray hair behind my ear, then boldly let my hand rest on his upper leg.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Kimmy? You look scared to death." Mr. Jack smiled softly as he took my hand in his. His touch calmed me.

I knew my eyes were full of desperation. "Oh I do, Mr. Jack!!" I whispered, leaning closer to him, letting my fingers brush the bulge that was forming in his pants.

He inhaled sharply as his fingers brushed against my breasts. "Your body is so beautiful," he said cupping my small breasts with his large hands. I moaned softly as he kneaded them with his fingers, my nipples growing hard to his touch. Sliding his hand under my T-shirt and bra, he twisted my erect nipples between his thumb and finger.

My head was spinning. I couldn't believe I was here, doing this with my teacher! I tried not to think about it, or the fact we were standing in the classroom. All I thought about was his mouth and hands exploring my body.

Mr. Jack slid my shirt over my head, devouring my body with his eyes. My heart pounded and my body ached with need as he lowered his hot mouth over my tit, sucking most of it into his mouth. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling his head closer.

Mr. Jack still had one hand on my tit as the other groped my ass, pulling my crotch to his knee. I moaned as he lifted his knee to my throbbing pussy, allowing me to grind into it. His tongue worked my nipple. Licking and teasing it expertly as he held it between his teeth. I rubbed my pelvis against his knee harder. Moaning, I felt the familiar sensations stirring in the pit of my belly. At the same moment the door knob turned, my clit exploded with sensation. I knew I should stop -- someone was at the door! -- but I just couldn't! My body shuddered as Mr. Jack supported my weight.

"Ride it baby!" Mr. Jack growled against my tit.

"Ooh oh ohhhhh," I whimpered as I hunched against his leg, my sticky cream filling my panties.

"Good girl," he said as he tenderly kissed my breasts.

"So, you finally 'cum' to get some help, huh, Kimmy?"

Grabbing my shirt, I gasped and spun around to seen my best friend Kara snickering.

"You should have knocked!" I stammered, blood rushing to my face.

"What, and miss out on all the fun?" Kara flashed a knowing smile in Mr. Jack's direction.

I glanced from one to the other, there was definitely some kind of conspiracy going on here. My discomfort subsided slightly as I caught a glimpse of the gleam in my friends eye. She was so wickedly naughty!

"Come on, girls, let's get out of here. I think you both need some more tutoring!" Mr. Jack said, chuckling softly as we headed out the door.

Kara grabbed my hand and we followed Mr. Jack to his car. My face was flushed. Partly from getting caught, but mostly because my pussy was still throbbing. He opened the back door for us, motioning to get into the back seat. Kara winked at me as we slid in.

"She's a hot little rocket, isn't she Kara?" Mr. Jack said as he backed his car out of the parking spot.

"That's what I've always thought!" Kara giggled, obviously enjoying having the upper hand of the situation.

"You've thought, but have you ever lit the fuse?"

"Who me??" Kara feigned an expression of shock and innocence.

"Knowing how wild you can get, Kara, I thought you would have introduced Kimmy to our kind of fun a long time ago. I would really enjoy seeing you girls together...." His voice trailed off and I could see him looking at me in the rearview mirror. He had a look of lustful hunger on his face.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I looked from Kara to Mr. Jack. "Our kind of fun?" I sputtered, looking at Kara inquisitively. I wondered how long she'd been keeping this little gem of a secret and if she had ever planned on sharing it with me?

Kara laughed, "She's never had any problems, until now."

"You would do it, wouldn't you Kara? For me?" I pleaded, "So I can pass Geography?" I squirmed in the seat, anxiously awaiting her answer, feeling my panties dig into my slit.

Kara leaned forward on the seat and ran her tongue along Mr. Jacks ear. "Anything for my best friend!"

Mr. Jack groaned softly, his free hand caressing Kara's hair. "That's my girl!"

Mr. Jack lived in a small house not too far from the school. We pulled into his drive within minutes of leaving school. Kara took my hand, pulling me from the car. Mr. Jack laced his fingers through my other hand and lead us through the front door.

The inside was not the typical bachelor's pad as I had expected. The walls were freshly painted, making the room look bright and large. An enormous entertainment center took up an entire wall. In the center of the room sat a large black leather sofa, bold and inviting. Pastel colored seascapes dotted the walls. I was truly impressed.

Just past the living room was a sliding glass door that led to an indoor swimming pool. "Care for a swim?" Mr. Jack asked with a boyish grin.

Kara made straight for the pool, peeling her clothes off as she went. "Last one in is a monkey's uncle!!" she squealed as she dove into the pool.

Chlorine hung in the air like cheap perfume. I watched as Kara's sleek body glided along the bottom of the pool. The rays of the sun sparkled like glittering diamonds on the surface of water from the skylight above.

"Come on, you're way too sexy to be a monkey's uncle." Mr. Jack smiled at me playfully.

I giggled at their silliness and slipped out of my clothes, laying them neatly on the folding chair where Kara had thrown hers. My fingers grazed my hard nipples as I contemplated the afternoon's events.

Mr. Jack stepped behind me, sliding his hand between my thighs to my wet snatch. I inhaled sharply as his fingers probed my moistness. Even in my slight apprehension, I was extremely turned on.

"Mmmmm, it would be such a waste to let you wash that off," he whispered close to my ear.

Gently he pushed me over until my hands rested on the back of the chair. Kneeling behind me, he spread my legs with his strong hands. I inhaled deeply as I felt his cool tongue sliding from the opening of my pussy up the crack of my ass. I felt the blood rush from my head and I could barely breath. The sensations were so intense!

Mr. Jack's expert tongue darted up and down my slit, drilling into my hot hole. It felt like his tongue was hot lava, licking at my core. My legs quivered as I felt my muscles spasm. Mr. Jack groaned deeply as I pressed my wetness to his mouth. His nails grasped my small hips to pull me harder into his face. I cried out loudly as the crashing waves ripped through me. He must have known I was cumming because he rammed his finger into my pussy while tonguing my ass hole at the same time. It was more than I could take and I screamed loudly!

"Oohhh baby, you cum so good!" Mr. Jack purred against my ear, "Your such a good girl Kimmy, but now it's time for you to cool down in the pool."

Mr. Jack lifted me under my arms and lowered me into the pool. His huge cock bobbed in front of my face as he knelt before me. "Don't you worry, there will be plenty of this to go around." Mr. Jack chuckled, obviously seeing the desire in my eyes.

I dove under the water, knowing something new had been awakened in me. I knew this adventure would be nothing like the clumsy adolescent attempts I had experienced with the boys at school. My body tingled with excitement. The water felt like liquid velvet as it caressed my hungry body.

Swimming with long strokes to the other end of the pool, I stretched out my naked body with each stride. I had seen Mr. Jack and Kara's reflection shimmering above me before I even surfaced and I wanted a closer look. A much closer look

Leaning on the side of the pool, I watched intently as Kara's tongue snaked over Mr. Jack's cock. Mr. Jack's long lean body sunk into the plush downy towel that covered the lounge chair as Kara knelt between his legs. His hand curled in her hair as his face contorted in a mask of rich masculine pleasure. His long hairy muscular legs stretched off the side of the chair in front of me. Fascinated, I reached out and ran my nails through the coarse hair, up and down his leg. He moaned deeply.

Kara moved so she was now kneeling beside him, giving me full view of his hard meat in her hands and mouth. The tip was dark mushroom shaped; it glistened with her saliva. Kara let it slip out of her soft satiny lips to lick it like a lollipop, teasing him with tiny nibbles.

Mr. Jack moaned deeply. Swatting her ass sharply he directed her pouty lips back to the head of his cock. Lifting his hips, he pushed his cock between her lips. I heard Kara moan softly as it slid into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she let him pump in and out of her warm mouth. Her hand closed around the bottom of his cock, moving in rhythm with his thrusts.

My pussy ached to be filled as I watched him fuck her mouth. His hard meat sunk past Kara's lips, deep into her throat. I bit my bottom lip to muffle a whimper of need and desire. I sat on the side of the pool, spreading my legs wide as I watched the scene before me. Imaging my fingers were Mr. Jack's thick cock, I sunk them into my pussy each time he thrusted into Kara's mouth. Faster and faster, whimpering as I felt my pussy grasp at my fingers with need.

"Oh, oh yeah! That's it baby." I heard Mr. Jack moan, his thick cream spraying Kara's face and chest. That was all I needed to send my own body rocketing off into orgasm. My juices coated my fingers and glistened on my thighs.

"Come, Kimmy," Mr. Jack instructed almost out of breath, "come help Kara clean this mess we made."

Kara had already started licking the cum from his legs. I walked over to them, my legs still a bit shaky from my own orgasm, and knelt across from her not sure where to begin. Mr. Jack scooped some of the thick cream onto his finger and rubbed it across my lips, letting his finger slide into my mouth. Hesitantly, I flicked my tongue at his finger, tasting its saltiness.

"Oh, yes," Mr. Jack whispered hoarsely. I sucked his finger like a pacifier, loving the way his cum felt in my mouth.

When he withdrew his finger I eagerly scanned his body for more. Only to notice Kara had did her job well and was busy polishing off his knob. I frowned, a little disappointed. Mr. Jack only chuckled as he sat up. Taking my hand in his, he traced my fingers around the cum on Kara's dark nipple.

"There you are Kimmy, clean it up for me."

I bent my head toward her chest, my tongue flicking across her hard nipple. She moaned softly, as she felt my warm breath, her brown eyes looking from me to Mr. Jack. I closed my mouth over the streak of cum there and sucked it into my throat. My hands caressed the small of her back as I brought her body to me. I greedily licked the thick salty substance from her smooth tan skin.

My tongue traveled down her taut stomach, finding every stray speck of his come. I could hear Kara's moan and whimpers mingling with that of Mr. Jack's deep sensual voice.

"Gawd, you two look so sexy. Keep going, Kimmy, she's got more for you a little lower."

Mr. Jacks voice was turning me on so much. I couldn't think of anything else except pleasing him. Kara laid back on the stone floor, opening her legs in anticipation. As I neared her honey pot I could smell her sex. So different than Mr. Jack's; I was intrigued. Carefully, I parted her soft, swollen pussy lips, revealing the moisture dripping from her pussy.

I flicked my tongue at the opening and smiled as her body jerked in response. I wiggled my tongue into the hole, coating it with her juices. Eating her out was a new experience, one I never dreamed I'd enjoy so much. I was surprised at how hot it was making me, how wet my pussy had become. Her body's reaction to my teasing encouraged me further. I pushed my face into Kara's cunt, my nose pressing against her engorged bud. She grabbed my hair, need making her senses reel, as I drove my tongue deeper into her hot pussy. I could feel her muscles grabbing at my tongue with each thrust.

"Oh, my gawd," Kara squealed, "you're driving me wild Kimmy."

Kara was holding my head tightly against her gushing pussy when I felt Mr. Jack press his prick into the entrance of my tight hole. My tongue froze in place as I felt him shove his huge pole into my pussy. His cock felt so good I thought I would never get enough.

Kara groaned loudly. "Suck my clit!" she begged. "Please, Kimmy! I'm gonna cum in your mouth!"

"Take it, Kimmy!" Mr. Jack growled, grasping my hips as he ground his cock into me.

My body was exploding as his slid in and out of me, stretching me. My tongue dug rapidly into Kara's hot pussy, drilling into her depths. She pushed her pelvis harder against my face, screaming wildly. My whole body was wracked with pleasure as her juices spilled into my mouth.

Mr. Jack held my hips tightly in his strong hands as he pumped into me. His balls slapped against my pussy with each thrust. I could feel his huge cock jerking inside my pussy, as he grunted like an animal. Then suddenly, his hot seed was bursting inside me. My body exploded in climax as I bucked against him, shoving his cock even deeper inside me.

Mr. Jack circled his arm around my waist as the fire inside our bodies subsided. Tenderly he brushed the hair out of my face, spooning his body against mine. He reached over me and took Kara by the arm, directing her to snuggle with us.

As we laid in each other's arms Kara giggled and smiled at me slyly. "Told ya you should came to study with me more often!"

(Oh, and by the way, I got an A plus in Geography!)

*** Special thanks to WhisperSecret for all her patience and hard work in helping me edit this story. Without her I doubt I could have found 'my diamond in the rough'.



Earning the Grade



"Well, there is something you can do," I said. 

"What? I'll do anything!" she responded, naïve to what I was asking. "I'm desperate. If I don't get at least a D in this class, I won't graduate." 

"Points-wise, you can't possibly get a D. You've missed too many assignments. But, sometimes, students in similar situations take it upon themselves to do some extra work... to impress me." 

"Like what?" she asked, still not getting it.

"Sometimes, when students are struggling in class, we can find some work outside of the classroom that you can do to make up for it. It's really up to the student, though. She has to be willing to go the extra mile do what needs to be done."

Michaella just stared at me, finally starting to grasp what I was suggesting. "Dr. Thomas, are you saying what I think you're saying?" 

I stood up and walked around my desk to her. She was going to say yes, even if she didn't know it yet. They always say yes when graduation is on the line and this one was particularly obvious from the start. She walked into my office in a little, brown dress that showed just a little bit of cleavage and a lot of leg. She gave me some story about heading to a social after but it was obvious what she was doing. I spend half my day having hot little students like Michaela try to use their bodies to get what they want. 

Fine, if she wanted to use her body to get a better grade, I was going to help her. 

I put my hands on her shoulders. I could feel her tense up. "Michaella, what you're asking for his a really big deal. I have 45 students who did the work they needed to do to earn the grade they deserve. Why should just give you a better grade if you aren't willing to work for it?" 

She turned her head, looked up at me, and said her voice shaking a little bit, "I am willing to work for it. Just tell me what you need me to do and I'll do it."

"Good," I responded as I shut the door to my office. It was late and no one was around but I wanted to ensure privacy. 

I turned back to her. She looked up at me, nervously. I put my hands on her face, gently, and said, "Relax, Michaella, you know what to do."

She reached for my belt and started undoing my pants. As she unzipped me, my cock started to poke out through my fly. She reached for it, took it and, nervously, started to stroke it. I could feel her hands trembling, as she stroked my shaft. She looked up at me, licked her hand and continued to stroke me a little faster. It felt good... but a handjob wasn't going to be enough. 

She could barely make eye-contact with me as she continued to jerk me off, getting faster and faster. 

I placed my hand on her cheek again, bent forward and whispered to her, "Michaella, this feels incredible." 

She smiled, nervously, and continued to try and get me off. 

"But it won't be enough to pass my class. Young women like you need to work hard to succeed in college." 

With that, I placed my thumb in her mouth. She was taken back at first but reluctantly began to suck on it as she jerked me off. After a moment she closed her eyes and continued to suck. I took my thumb out of her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked at me, aware of what was to come next. I put my hand around to the back of her head and pulled her toward my cock. She willingly slid off the chair and on to her knees.

She looked so powerless and frail on her knees in front of me. She looked up at me and nervously took my cock in her mouth. 

She was slow and gentle at first, sucking just the tip and taking me out of her mouth every few sucks to lick around the shaft and tip. As she went, though, she started to speed up and started using her hands more.

"Hold on," I said, as pulled from her mouth and made my way across the office to my chair. "Crawl to me," I demanded.

She looked at me, somewhat sheepishly, and began crawling on all fours across my office floor. When she got to me, she put her hands on my knees and pushed my legs apart as she moved her face toward my crotch. I lifted by cock up with my hand to expose my balls to her, making it clear what she needed to do next. She understood and gently started to lick and suck on my balls. She took my cock in her hand while she sucked my balls and began to slowly jerk me off. 

After a few moments of working my balls, she did a single, long, slow lick up my shaft to the tip and placed me in her mouth. I bucked my hips toward her face, letting her know I wanted her to take me deep. She again understood what I wanted and did her best to take all of me. She held me there for a moment and then began to flick her tongue along the underside of my shaft. As I moaned in delight, she looked directly in my eyes and tried taking me even deeper. 

I bucked my hips up toward her face and she gagged a little and pulled away. I expected her to be angry but, instead, she stared at me with a hungry look in her eyes and put her face back in my lap. She took me deep again. No hands. Just her warm little mouth wrapped around my dick, as far down on my shaft as she could go. She started to bob her head up and down, her pace increasing as I got close. I could see her reflection in my computer screen and could hear the soft moans, slurps and subtle gags as she let me fuck her mouth and throat. I never wanted it to stop but knew it had to soon. 

She could feel me getting close and sat back for a moment and started to pull her dress up over her head. "Hold on," she said, "I don't want to get cum on my dress." 

"You won't." I responded. "You're gonna swallow it." 

Her eyes got wide as I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged briefly and gasped as I pulled out of her. Before she could catch her breath, I entered her again. She took me deeper than she probably thought possible and I watched as her eyes started to water. 

"I'm gonna cum," I exclaimed. 

She tried to pull back but I held her there as I shot my first load into her throat. She let out a shocked moan but swallowed that first load. I held her there as I continued to cum and she took each shot I gave her down her throat. Even after I had cum, I held her there. I loved the feeling of being in my throat and I never wanted this to end. 

Eventually, I let her go and she sat back on her knees. She was a mess. Her mouth and chin were dripping with saliva and cum. Her eyes had watered so much her mascara had run down her cheeks. She was gasping for breath, staring at me with a mixture of anger and insecurity. 

I leaned forward and put my hands on her shoulders.

"You did wonderfully," I said. "Congratulations. You're gonna graduate."



Earning Their Record Deal



I hadn't been working at my job as a record executive in Nashville for too long when I heard the rumors that the "next big thing" was about to hit Nashville, in the form of a couple of hot blonde 19-year-olds named Maddie Marlow and Taylor Dye, who are now professionally known as Maddie & Tae.

Recent trends, though, suggested that female country artists were having a hard time getting heard on country radio these days, and I had been hired by the label interested in signing them to change that.

Which is why I called them in for a meeting in my office one day to finalize the deal with them, and to work on a plan to get their music, which I thought was a breath of fresh air, heard by the masses.

"Maddie...Taylor...come on in..." I told them as they came into my office, Maddie dressed in a form-fitting white dress that showed a lot of leg, and Taylor in a sexy pair of short white shorts and a black shirt with a little white mixed in on it, both of them looking sexy enough that I knew it was going to be all I could do to keep my mind on business and off of them, especially since I had heard from a few Music City reps who had already tried to bed them that they were both still supposedly virgins.

"Hi John...glad you could meet with us today...and please, call me Tae," Tae told me as she gave me her sexiest smile and sat down on the couch in my office, giggling every time she looked between my legs and spotted my growing erection.

"Tae...try to stay focused girl..." Maddie teased her friend as Tae started to look a little flushed, the meeting we were supposed to be having quickly turning into a more personal conversation as the three of us flirted with each other.

"I can't help it if I think he's hot Maddie...and I have been feeling awfully horny lately..." she told her friend, rubbing her thighs together as I came over and placed a hand on one of them.

"Word on the street is both of you girls are still virgins," I said to them, Tae taking my hand and placing it between her legs as we started to make out on the couch, "so I just want you to know that I'm probably going to sign you either way, but there are certain things you could do in this office with me today to earn it."

"I've been wanting to suck this thing since I walked in here," Tae hissed in my ear as she dropped to her knees and fished out my dick as I pulled her shirt over her head and slid off her shorts, Maddie watching us from the other end of the couch and trying not to look too turned on as Tae started sucking my dick.

"MMM...suck it Tae...suck it good girl..." I hissed as she bobbed her head up and down on my dick, showing far more experience with cock-sucking than you would expect a 19-year-old to show as Maddie looked on and started to rub herself through her dress.

"FUCK...that looks so hot..." Maddie said to no one in particular as she watched Tae sucking my dick like a porn star, knowing all the right things to do to send me closer and closer to orgasm.

"You should come over here and have some fun with us Maddie, because I'm totally fucking him when I get done blowing him," Tae told her friend as she briefly pulled off of my cock, going right back to work on it as I gently pushed her back onto my dick, shoving it to the back of her throat as I started to jerk my hips against her face.

"FUCK...YES...gonna cum Tae..." I warned her as I started to thrust my hips wildly into her face, giving her plenty of time to pull off if she wanted to.

"MMM..." she moaned as I thrust my hips into her face a few more times and came down her throat, Tae closing her eyes as she squeezed my balls and started swallowing my load, winking at me as she kissed the tip of my cock and let me back it away.

"I'm done waiting on her baby...let's fuck..." I whispered to Tae when we had been making out on the couch for a while, growing a little impatient with her wanting to wait on Maddie as I placed her long legs up on my shoulders and lined my dick up with her tight, virginal pussy, what was left of our clothes having long ago come off.

"Wait for me..." Maddie called out to us, having lost her clothes at some point while she watched Tae sucking me off, as she came up on the other side of the couch and started licking Tae's tits right as my dick started to slide into Tae's pussy and I thrust it up against her hymen, ripping it away with one long stroke.

"FUCK...YES...fuck me...John..." she moaned as I began to thrust in and out of her, her walls clinging to my dick as I pounded away on her no longer virginal cunt as Maddie swapped spit with her.

"MMM...suck on my tits Maddie..." Tae hissed as Maddie kissed her neck and attached her mouth to her tits as Tae arched her back and wrapped her legs around my waist.

"SHIT...such a tight little cunt Tae...I can't wait to sample Maddie's later..." I whispered to both of them as I drove my hips into Tae's, her eyes rolling back in her head as she threw her head back.

"OHGOD...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...cum...YES..." she purred, her hips slamming into mine as her tight cunt squeezed on my dick, her cunt cream painting my dick as she went limp, Maddie kissing her and working her tongue around Tae's nipples as she came for me.

"Tae...gonna cum baby...should I pull out?" I asked her, content with just cumming inside of her and worrying about it later as I started to pick up the pace of my movements into her.

"OHGOD...FUCK...cum in me John...cum inside my pussy baby..." Tae hissed as Maddie put her hands on the back of her head and made out with her as I thrust a couple of more times into her and shot my wad into her, filling up her tight teenage cunt with my cum as I spewed it over her insides a few more times and pulled out of her.

"MMM...YES..." Tae moaned as she laid on the couch and rubbed her leaking pussy, my cum oozing out of it as she called Maddie over.

"Hey Maddie...lick my pussy while John fucks yours," Tae whispered to her friend, Maddie complying and pushing her head between her best friend's legs and going to town on her pussy as I grabbed Maddie's hips and slid into her from behind, slamming through her hymen in one motion.

"UH...OHGOD...fuck me with that dick..." Maddie hissed as she drove her tongue in and out of Tae's pussy, her own pussy clamping down on my dick as I stretched her out and fucked her for the first time, just as I had Tae.

"MMM...OHGOD...lick...me...Maddie...YES..." Tae hissed as Maddie dragged her tongue along Tae's deepest walls as I grabbed Maddie's hips and brought her pussy back onto my dick.

"FUCK...so fucking tight Maddie...gonna cum soon baby..." I hissed as I thrust in and out of her as she Tae wrapped her legs around Maddie's head.

"OHGOD...gonna...cum..." Maddie hissed, her voice muffled by Tae's legs being around her head as she shot a load of cream all over my dick while I picked up the speed of my thrusts into her.

"Maddie...where do you want my cum baby?" I asked her as I drove my dick into her for the last time, her walls squeezing on my dick as I struggled to hold off cumming in her.

"Cum in her John, I'm sure she won't mind," Tae softly said to me as she squeezed her legs around Maddie's head and I thrust one last time inside of her and came deep inside of her, flooding her tight, young cunt with my seed a few more times before slowly pulling out of her.

"UH...that was so fucking amazing..." Maddie whispered breathlessly as she laid back on the couch and pulled me on top of her so I could make out with her and suck on her tits.

"Fuck my ass and then you can have Tae's pussy again...since she's clearly a bigger slut than me," Maddie teased her bestie, both girls moaning at the thought of having their orifices ravaged by me again.

"I like how you ladies think," I teased them both as I grabbed Maddie by the hips again and slid into her tight ass, popping her anal cherry as Tae came up and started making out with her again as I drove my dick in and out of her tight ass.

"UH...OHGOD...it hurts..." she moaned as I hammered into her shitter, Tae taking her mind off of it by making out with her and sucking on her tits as I felt her virgin ass start to tighten around me.

"Want me to stop Maddie?" I asked her, genuinely concerned that I was hurting her as I thrust away in her ass.

"OHGOD...so close..." she moaned as she began to be rocked by another orgasm, Tae dropping to her knees in front of her and licking her dripping pussy as Maddie released some more of her nectar down from it and I thrust into her one more time and came deep in her ass, flooding her bowels with my cum as Tae licked her friend's pussy and then laid down on the couch again as I pulled out of Maddie.

"We have to be out of here in ten minutes, that's the only reason I'm not giving you my ass baby," Tae told me as reached between my legs and grabbed my dick in her hands, leading it to her pussy and sliding into herself as I started to thrust in and out of her again while Maddie recovered and sat behind my office desk.

"You really are a sexy bitch," I told her as I drive my dick in and out of her pussy again, her long legs back on my shoulders as I pounded away on her tight little cunt, her walls wrapping tightly around my dick again as she arched her back and twisted her hips around it.

"OHGOD...UH...YES...fuck me John...fuck this horny bitch..." she hissed as I thrust away inside of her, her pussy walls stretching out and taking me even deeper inside of her as I felt her starting to cum for me, throwing her head back and arching her back as she fired a load of her fluids out all over my dick.

"Gonna cum Tae," I whispered to her as I hammered away inside of her, her body going limp as she placed her hands on the back of my head, allowing me to suck on her tits as I thrust one last time into her and came inside her again, shooting thick, sticky gobs of my cum deep into her pussy right as her eyes rolled back into her head.

"FUCK...YES...that feels so damn good..." she hissed, her legs hooking into my back as I finished filling her up and pulled out of her, making out with both of them for a few minutes on the couch.

"I think you girls have more than earned your record deal,so congratulations on being recording artists now," I told them as I presented them with their recording contract, both of them kissing me and squeezing my dick before they got dressed to leave.

"We're not gonna let you down John...so you and your little friend better not let us down," Maddie teased me as they headed for the door.

"Yeah...if you keep us on the radio, we'll both keep putting out for you," Tae chimed in as they left my office, all three of us looking forward to the next time we would be getting together and continuing things.