Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 16:38:51 -0800 (PST) From: Guy Smith 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..... Let me know if you liked my story. nvwriter2000@yahoo.com