Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2007 00:21:50 -0600
From: Xavier L <xavier.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Improving My Scores #2

Improving My Scores #2
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a school teacher and a
teen. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this
theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the
Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list).

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me as well.

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I started grading papers, but then panic and guilt got the better of me,
and so I quickly grabbed my stuff and rushed to my car and headed to the
safety of my home.  My mind was reeling as I drove.  I was putting my whole
fucking career on the line! Not to mention possible jail time for this!
All for some big, young cock.  What the hell was I doing?!

I made myself some dinner and topped it off with a couple of glasses of
Scotch.  I was contemplating downing a third when I heard my doorbell ring.
It actually stunned me.  I'm not used to people dropping by unannounced.  I
walked to the door thinking I had some friggin solicitors, or
worse^×missionaries.  I opened the door, ready to slam it closed again
quickly when I was greeted by familiar light blonde hair and incredibly
blue eyes.

"Hey Teach!" Robert greeted me, entering my sanctuary without an
invitation.

In my shock I simply shut the door and locked it and stared open-mouthed at
him.  He set his gym bag on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch.

"Robert. . . just what are you doing here?"  My vision caught motion, and
my eyes immediately sought the source and discovered his hand rubbing his
crotch through his navy blue cotton shorts.

"Well, I went by the room, and you weren't there."

"And so you figured you'd just come to my house?!"

He shrugged.  "Why not? More comfortable here anyway." He removed his shoes
by stepping on each one with the other foot as he answered me.

More comfortable?!  "Excuse me?" I asked, now shaking off the stunned
feeling and walking closer to where he sat.  I watched him remove his
shirt, admired his muscular form.  Life was so unfair to give so much
beauty to the young.

"Yeah, more comfortable."  As he said this, he shoved down his shorts and
removed them from his legs.  As soon as he sat back, I was staring at his
naked form, his stiff cock standing at the ready.  He sat there smiling,
waiting expectantly.

"Robert, look.  What happened earlier today. . ." I began, feeling less
confident as he rolled his eyes. "What happened today . . . "

"And yesterday."

"Yes, and yesterday, should never have happened.  It was wrong for both of
us.  I'm the adult, however, so I should've . . . What are you doing?" In
the middle of my sermon about how the adult should be the responsible one,
I noticed him standing up. He quickly closed the distance between us.  His
hand grabbed mine and pulled it to his dick.

"You're wasting time."

Without being aware of it, my hand had closed around his dick and started
stroking it.  I felt my shirt being lifted off of my body.  Then his
fingers were at my pants and were unfastening them.  I felt my pants and
underwear slide down my legs to the floor.

"On your knees Mr. B."

I felt powerless in front of this young Adonis, and at his command I felt
my body lowering. As soon as his delicious meat was in front of my face, I
flung my arms around his waist and devoured his cock.

"Yeah! You like my cock, don't you?"

I nodded my head as I shoved every morsel of his rod into my throat.  I
could smell the soap from his post-practice shower and silently wished he
hadn't cleaned so I could taste his sweat.  I hungrily slobbered on his
thick shaft as I worked his dick.

His hands were in my hair as he said "You wasted too much time earlier, so
you'll have to swallow my sperm another time.  Right now it's time for
something else."  As soon as he said this, he pushed my eager mouth away
from him.  I sought his cock in desperation, but he was walking to his bag.
I watched him pull out a bottle of lube, and I shivered in anticipation.
"You want this?" he said, playfully shaking it in his hand.

I nodded my head.

He handed the bottle to me, and I squirted the fluid into my palm and
thoroughly coated his rod with it.  When I was done, he took it back from
me and concealed it his bag again.  He pointed to the couch, and I walked
on my knees and bent my torso over the cushions.  I had never felt such
pure lust in my entire life!  I shivered as I felt his toned body against
mine, his warmth mingling with mine.

"Now, tell me what you want Mr. B."

"Fuck me Robert!"

"Louder!"

"FUCK ME ROBERT!"

"Mr. Brady, you want me to fuck you?"

"YES! Give it to me hard!" I begged.  I couldn't see his face, but I could
feel his smile.  His strong hands spread my ass cheeks apart, and I could
feel his lubed dick press against my hole.  As soon as it entered me, I
cried "YES! Fuck me!"

"You want it pretty bad, huh?" he asked, feeding me more of his large rod.

"Shove it in!"

"You sure?" he asked in a surprised tone.

I grabbed a throw pillow, put it near my mouth, said "Do it goddamn it!"
and then put the pillow in my mouth.  I bit down on the pillow so hard I
thought I might bite through it, but along with the fire came enormous
pleasure.  I felt him shift behind me.  My fingernails dug into the cushion
as I felt his cock withdrawing.  When I thought for sure it would come out,
I felt it slam into me. "Yes, Robert! YES!" I practically screamed as he
did it a second time.

"So, do I get all A's from now on Teach?"

"YES! YES!"

I felt his fingers dig deeper into my flesh as the pounding intensified.
He rammed me so hard I could've sworn I could feel his dick inside of my
own!  He grunted softly as the fucking continued.  My ass hurt like hell,
but I wanted this to never stop!  His pace got quicker, and I could feel my
orgasm building, and then suddenly it exploded.  As soon as it did, my
muscles clamped down on his cock.

"Oh gawd!" I heard him cry as this happened.  A couple more deep thrusts,
and then his body was plastered against me as his cock twitched maniacally
inside of me.  I felt his weight press against my back as he continued
filling me with his seed.  "Holy shit!" he said in my ear, his hot breath
brushing against me.

I reached around and grabbed his ass firmly.  Then I put my hand between my
legs and found his sac and rubbed on it as best I could in this awkward
position.  When he finally pulled out of me, he sat on the couch, still
trying to catch his breath.  I got up and got a rag out of the kitchen and
cleaned his cock off.  He smiled at me as I stroked his semi-stiff dick.  I
fell to my knees between his legs, and once again I devoured his cock.

"Whoa Teach!" he said, pushing my head back.  "I told you, there's no
time."

I stared at his dick and then looked back up at his angelic face.  "But I
want it!"

He smiled again.  I thought I saw a calculating look shimmer in his eyes
briefly.  "What do you want Mr. B?"

"I want. . . I need your dick."

"You just had it up your ass."

"I . . . I need your cum!"

"OK, Teach.  You can have it."

As soon as his hand holding my head relaxed, I shoved his thick dick down
my throat.  He guided my head up and down with his hand.  Occasionally he
would shove my head down and thrust up with his hips so that my nose was
pressed against his pubes.  He would hold my head down until I thought I
couldn't take it anymore and then suddenly relax.  I coughed, I gagged, it
didn't matter.  After several tries, however, I got to the point where I
figured out my breathing to make it work.

"I want to fuck your mouth like I did your ass," he said after several
moments.

I released his young meat and waited for my next instruction.

He got up and stood above me.  I moved to worship his cock, but he stopped
me.  "Sit on the floor so your head is against the couch."

I immediately assumed this position.  I desperately wanted his dick back in
my throat.  He moved in, standing spread-eagle in front of me.  I saw his
nuts and couldn't wait to suck on them.  I immediately engulfed them with
my lips and sucked them gently.  He allowed me this for a few moments
before telling me to open up.

I put my head against the couch and watched his beautiful cock advance.  I
eagerly felt it sliding against my tongue and then tempting my gag reflex
as it filled my throat.  I ran my hands up and down the back of his
muscular legs as he slowly fucked my throat.  When he began picking up
speed, I rested my hands on his ass and thrilled at how his muscles tensed
as he humped my mouth.

After a while of this, he pulled out and had me lay on the couch.  I put my
legs over one of the arms so he'd have enough room to stretch out.  He once
again shoved his cock into my throat and then began humping me fiercely.  I
could feel his balls tapping my chin as he pounded me.  It felt like it was
hours before he pulled out once more and announced "I'm close. On your
knees!"

He stood up and waited as I slid to the floor and prepared to worship his
teen meat.  I felt both of his hands grip my head, and then he was ramming
his cock back into my throat.  I held onto his legs for support as he
roughly flung my head back and forth on his knob.  I felt his legs tense up
again, and his thrusts became shorter, so I braced myself.  A few more
thrusts, and his salty load was blasting down my gullet.  Prepared as I
was, I still found myself gagging and swallowing urgently.

I felt his hands relax as I swallowed his precious load.  When I had
finally milked him dry, I released his rod.

"That was good Teach.  We're going to have a great semester, Mr. B."

I watched him longingly as he put his clothes back on.  He grabbed his bag,
thanked me, and let himself out the door.

As I sat there I recalled coming on the couch, and so I got that cleaned
up.  I decided against the Scotch and instead went to my room and took a
bath to try to soothe my hole.

The next morning my guilt had returned full blown.  I decided I would end
this today.  So during class I asked Robert to stay after.  He smiled slyly
probably thinking he was going to get another piece of me or his dick down
my throat.  When everyone had left, I pulled the blind and locked the door
and sat down.  "Robert," I began. "This needs to end.  I simply can't risk
it."

"You don't really have a choice."

Once again I was stunned at his audacity!  "Excuse me?"

He smiled and reached for his backpack.  I was a little nervous now and was
ready to hit my panic button, but I saw him pull out a CD case.  Still
smiling I watched him go to the TV and insert what I now realized was a
DVD.  "As I said, you don't really have a choice."

As soon as the DVD loaded, I immediately saw what he meant.  The little
fucker had videotaped us having sex last night!  I was outraged and scared
as shit, but I also have to admit I was getting hard watching him fuck me
on the screen.

"I'd rather not have to play this way, but if this is what it takes. . . "
he simply shrugged as he walked over to my desk, the outline of his hard
cock pushing against his denim shorts.

"Robert. . ."

"Unless you want this going out, you will do what I say when I say."

"I can't believe you're doing this just for a damn grade!"

"Oh, it isn't just for a grade.  It started out that way, but you're a
class A fuck, Mr. B.  I'm not about to give that up!"

I glared at him defiantly.

"You and I both know you like it.  You love my cock, and you want it as bad
as I want to give it to you," he said, rubbing my earlobe with his
fingertip.  "So how about we forget about threats and just do it because we
like it?"

I shifted my gaze from his cold eyes back down to the front of his jeans
and watched his cock twitch.  He was right, of course.  I sighed.  "What
are you doing tomorrow?"

"Saturday?  Practice early in the morning and that's it."

I contemplated this for a moment.  "Come by right after.  And don't
shower." I reached up and started undoing his fly.  "And the fucking camera
stays away!"

"Deal!" he said triumphantly.

"Hope you don't have practice on Sunday."

"Why?" he asked as I undid the last button keeping me from his hard flesh.

"Because you're dick is gonna be so tired by the time I'm done, you'll be
walking funny."  And with that, I forced his jeans and underwear down and
devoured his cock.  As his shaft filled my mouth, I could hear my voice
screaming for him to fuck me coming from the TV set.  I hoped I could sleep
tonight.