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Archive name: makgrade.txt (M/f-teen, student/teacher)
Authors name: BigStudlyDude (bigstudlydude2000@yahoo.com)
Story title : Making the Grade

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Making the Grade (M/f-teen, student/teacher)
by BigStudlyDude (bigstudlydude2000@yahoo.com)

***

A male math teacher has an unruly punk-rocker female
student. He turns the tables when she has to pass his
course.

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Let me begin at the beginning. I am a math teacher at
Washington High School. I have worked there for the past
5 years. I have seen gorgeous female students come and
go but knew that one slip up could cost me my job. No
sex was worth that, or so I thought. This was one of my
better years.

Students were less bold than in years past. The fact that
I was 6'2" of solid muscle with a booming voice didn't
hurt either. Working out at a local gym did more than get
me in shape, it intimidated all the students. All of the
17 year olds were scared of me except for Tracy.

Tracy came from a bad home. Her father left when she was
young and lived far away with a new wife. Tracy was a
typical punk kid. She had pink hair, about 7 earrings in
each ear, an eyebrow ring and a bellybutton ring. She had
one thing that was not typical, a killer body. She wore
baggy clothes and ripped jeans but her shape showed
through. She was thin with a C cup bra, I would guess,
and a fine firm ghetto booty. She liked to goof off and
misbehave in class.

I liked her body but hated her 'screw you' attitude. She
even told me to fuck off once. She spent a lot of time in
the principal's office with her CD player listening to
loud rap music. Like any male I watched her and she made
my cock hard but I wasn't about to lose a $30,000 a year
job for her or any other student.

My interest peaked when I was chaperoning a school dance.
My job was to keep students in line. Tracy was there and
looking hotter than usual. Instead of her baggy clothes
she wore a tight tube top with no bra underneath. Her
pants were tight and showed her pear shaped ass off for
all. Even her beautiful face looked better than usual
with her hair still pink but done up.

My pants began to tighten as my rod grew. Then I saw her
dance and thought I would shoot my load! This girl was
moving it all. She was getting down and dirty and the
guys loved it. Her big tits were jiggling with every
movement and her nipples were clearly visible through the
fabric. I couldn't take my eyes off this chick and could
tell immediately she would be dynamite in the sack. Her
flat stomach and slamming curves kept my cock hard as a
stone all night. She even yelled to me once, "Hey Mr. B.,
how's it hangin?" I nodded in recognition.

Once I was home I pounded my cock fantasizing about her
riding me. This young punk girl could probably show me
some new tricks! I didn't have chaperone duty for a while
so I was restricted to watching Tracy in class.

One day early in May, after missing a few classes, Tracy
came to see me alone after school. "What can I do for you
Tracy?" I asked. "Um... How did I do on the last test?"
she asked sheepishly.

This was out of character for her. I fumbled through my
grade book looking for her test. "Ah, here it is 40%" I
said. "We've had this talk before so I take it I don't
have to give you the lecture on applying yourself again?"
I asked teasingly.

"I just need to know if it's too late or can I still pass
the class." she stammered.

I didn't have to look at my grade book for this one.
"Tracy I've been warning you all year. Now it is too
late. Finals are in one month. Even with a 100% on the
final, your grade would only be 62%. That is not enough
to pass." I told her.

"Please, is there something I can do anything to pass the
course?" Tracy pleaded.

"You will have to do it next year." I said.

Tracy wouldn't accept this. "I have to pass this year. I
have to. I'll do anything," she begged.

"What's the matter? Why do you care all of a sudden?" I
asked.

Tracy came clean, "If I fail my mom is making me move in
with my father and his bitch wife. They hate me and I
hate them so I have to pass this year."

My mind was filled with endless possibilities. I scrawled
an address on a piece of paper and handed it to Tracy.
"What is this?" she asked.

"I have to go to my brother's house to check on some
things. That's his address. Meet me there at 4:00 tonight
and I can retest you on your last test." I said boldly.
"Oh, and one more thing, Do not tell anyone. Grades are
supposed to be final and if parents and students knew I
was retesting they would all want to take it. OK?"

"Sure thing," she said with a smile.

This was one test I couldn't wait to administer.

Tracy showed up at 4:15 in typical fashion. She wore her
ripped jeans that showed her underwear and a baggy shirt.
I saw her coming and let her in the door.

"Mr. B., nice digs. Your crib rocks!" she yelled.

"This is my brother's house. He is out of town so I am
watching after it."

"Mr. B, give me time to study. I'll cram and take it at
say 5:00?" she asked.

"I have bad news and good news for you Tracy." I stated.
"The bad news is I can't retest you on math." I stuttered
as my mind anticipated the next words out of my mouth.

"What the fuck! Were you jiving me?" she yelled.

I continued, "There are other ways to pass the course." I
said.

Tracy responded, "What do you want me to do, suck your
dick?" she asked with her usual boldness.

"For starters, yes." I returned just as boldly.

Tracy's eyes grew wide as she sat there speechless. I
took the chance to jump on the offensive.

"Look, the facts are you deserve to fail. Blame yourself.
However, if you could accommodate me I could accommodate
you. I won't force you. You can leave or stay." I blurted
out.

Tracy stood there for a few seconds. "What the fuck?" she
said. "I've had to suck dick for less." she smiled. She
approached me and knelt willingly. The anticipation alone
gave me a hard on.

"Ok, but this better get me a 100%. And don't tell
anyone." she pouted.

"Oh, it will. And I won't," I promised. I unzipped my
pants as her head neared my crotch. I unbuttoned my pants
and fumbled with my underwear. "Oh, damn it let me do
that." she demanded. I was turned on by her boldness and
wondered how many cocks she had sucked.

Her hands quickly pulled down my briefs to reveal my
flaccid cock. Tracy put her hand around it to feel it.
"Oh, your much bigger than any cock I've had. What have
you been feeding this thing?" she asked jokingly as she
continued stroking it. I wanted her to get down to
business.

She started licking it around the head moistening the
tip. I had pleasant shivers up my spine. This girl was no
rookie! She moistened the cap and slowly worked it in her
mouth while watching my reaction. I put my hands in her
short pink hair and pulled her closer. Half of my cock
went into her throat and gagged her for a second. "Damn,
your big." she repeated. "Shh, take it all." I said.
Tracy took the hint and went back to work on my hard
dick.

I sped up the pace by pulling her hair closer. Tracy
cooperated and by now 6 of my 8 inches were down this
punker's throat. Her tongue worked its magic on my cock
head. I felt an orgasm coming. I sped up her head so I
was speed fucking her mouth. Tracy grabbed my ass and
pulled me in even further.

I couldn't believe that this little bitch who was
disrupting my class all year was about to get a fat load
of my sperm in her mouth. My whole 8 inches were down her
throat when I started to cum. I arched my back and held
her head tight to my cock as I emptied my load into
Tracy's sweet mouth. Tracy pulled my butt in even more
engulfing every inch and swallowing every drop of my
salty cum. Even after I finished Tracy held me to lick my
soft cock clean.

I slumped back in a chair while she lapped up the mess on
her fingers and ate it all. "So how was I?" she asked.

"100%" I replied.

"Cool, I pass the course?" she asked.

"Not yet. You need a 100% on the final." I reminded her.

"When is that?" she queried.

"How about tomorrow after class in my room? Oh, and wear
a skirt would you please?" I said with a wry smile. Tracy
returned the smile.

"Ok, I'll be there." she said as she left the house.

Tracy was in my last class of the day and she came
wearing a skirt. I couldn't teach because I had an
obvious hard on all day. I gave students some work to do
in their seats and I tried to grade papers while trying
to forget about Tracy. I soon heard tapping on a desk.

I was about to say something when I noticed it was Tracy
with a red sucker she was licking tantalizingly. While
the class worked she parted her legs slowly and showed me
her hot pussy with a smile! My heart was in overdrive and
a student asked me if I felt well because my face was all
red. "Just indigestion. Get back to work." I bellowed.

Meanwhile, Tracy gave me a peek of her neatly trimmed
bush for a while longer. Finally, when I thought I would
explode, the bell rang. Students ran out of the school
like prisoners being released from Alcatraz. All except
for Tracy.

Tracy went around the room pulling all the shades down
and closing the door, She sauntered up to my desk and
crawled underneath. "You wanted to see me teach?" she
asked. I felt her hands on my firm rod. She unzipped my
pants and pulled out my fat pole. Tracy lowered her head
and bobbed up and down a couple of times. I couldn't take
it any longer. I couldn't wait to get her to my house or
my brother's house. I wanted her now.

I pulled this temptress up to a standing position while I
remained seated. Tracy's face showed shock. I put my hand
under her skirt and put my index finger into her juicy
cunt. This young pussy was sopping wet. As she moaned I
worked her clitoris with my finger while watching that
other teachers didn't enter the room. I was ready for her
now. I remained seated and I lifted her small frame in
the air and placed her on my lap facing the rear of the
chair straddling myself.

Tracy opened her knees willingly as I reached down and
brought the head of my cock to the mouth of her snatch.
She let out a big gasp as I pushed it deep into her body.
"Ohhhh, you're huge!" she muttered. I grabbed her head
and pulled her face to mine and rammed my tongue down her
throat without warning. I grabbed her hips and began to
gyrate my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. Tracy
moaned with every solid stroke.

I reached up to her blouse and pushed it and her bra over
her sizable tits. They bounced up and down with every
stroke of my rod like firm bags of Jell-O. I took my
mouth from Tracy's to suck her tiny pink nipples. I
squeezed her big tits and watched her body writhe in
pleasure from my 8-inch kielbasa.

I knew I was going to cum soon. My balls contracted and I
wondered if she was on the pill. Before I could do
anything else I arched my back, pulled her hips tight to
my cock and blew my load into her hot, wet cunt. Tracy
put her hands on my shoulders and continued to ride me
like I was a stallion.

After I'd given her all I had, the teenager said, "Holy
shit Mr. B.! You blew my fucking mind. That was awesome!"
And she gave me big wet kiss.

Tracy passed the course and I eventually left my 30-year-
old bitch wife for Tracy. Tracy and I now have a kid.
Needless to say, the Washington School District fired my
ass and are investigating me criminally. I sure hope they
don't find this story.

The End

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