EXCERPT Pam smiled. Her hand moved up and down on his wet cock, which was still
hard.
“So I can take the test again?” she said.
He frowned. “I’m not sure about that.”
Pam stopped pumping his cock.
“You’re not sure?” she said.
“Pam, I don’t know what to tell you,” he said.
Pam stood up and unfastened the button of her jeans. His eyes watched her, and
his mouth was open. She pulled down the zipper.
“Pam? What are you doing?” he said.
She wiggled her tight jeans off her hips.
“I’m going to show you I know how to try harder,” she said.
“What are you going to do?”
Her jeans dropped to her ankles. She stood in front of him with just her tiny,
pink panties covering her pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
“You think that’s going to work?” he said.
“I hope so. It’s the only thing I got left.”
She kicked off her shoes and pulled her feet out of her jeans. With her back
to Mr. Smith, she bent at the waist and pushed her panties all the way down her
legs. She turned to face him and rubbed her middle finger over her warm slit
between her legs.
“I’m really wet down here,” she said.
M. Smith was watching her hand with wide eyes, and licked his lips. Pam held
her breath. This part was going to be easy. But was it going to work?
She climbed on his lap, straddling his legs with her knees on the cushions of
the old sofa.
She looked down at him. Her boobs were even with his face, and he was staring
at them. They stretched the front of Dad’s old golf shirt. She pulled up the
shirt and opened her bra. The ends of her long, blonde hair brushed her
nipples. Mr. Smith reached up with both hands and squeezed them hard. She
winced. He leaned forward and clenched her nipple between his teeth. She
winced again.
His hard cock was poking her in the ass. She reached between her legs to line
it up with her pussy, and lowered herself on it.
“Oh fuck. You are wet,” he said.
She settled her weight on his lap with a sigh. His cock was hot and felt good
inside her. She rocked her hips. It rubbed that spot inside that felt so good.
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was Joey Molino between her
legs and not Mr. Smith.
Joey would look up at her with his beautiful blue eyes, and his hands would be
on her boobs, squeezing in that way he had that was so gentle and tender. And
his cock would feel wonderful inside her, pushing deep and stretching her. It
would be especially nice since she was going to be his first time.
She opened her eyes. But it wasn’t Joey. It was Mr. Smith. And this wasn’t a
beautiful, tender first time fuck with the guy she had adored for so long. This
was a desperation fuck to keep her grades up.
She rocked up and down on his stiff cock. She bit her lower lip. It wasn’t
that she didn’t like Mr. Smith. Doing it with him felt great. He just wasn’t
Joey Molino.
Mr. Smith moved his hands down the gentle curves of her sides to her hips and
pulled her down hard.
“Oh yes,” Pam said with a weak groan, and bent forward to touch her forehead to
his shoulder.
One of his hands moved down over her ass. His fingers touched her asshole.
She kept rocking her hips up and down. Did he want to fuck her there, too? If
that was what it was going to take to fix her grade, she’d let him fuck her
anywhere he wanted.
“Come on girl. Fuck me hard,” Mr. Smith said.
She lifted her head off his shoulder and straightened her back. Her hair hung
over her eyes. She put her hands on his shoulders. He picked her up and
dropped her on his cock. He did it again and she helped, pushing herself up
with her knees and dropping herself on him.
“That’s it girl. Fuck me just like that. You’re going to make me cum,” Mr.
Smith said.
Her head was tilted back so her long, blonde hair stretched down her back,
almost to her ass. Her eyes snapped open, and she was staring at the ceiling.
It hadn’t occurred to her until that moment. If he spilled his seed inside her,
would she get pregnant? Was it worth getting pregnant for the sake of a better
grade?
But it was too late. Mr. Smith tensed and groaned, and his hot cum was flowing
into her.
She looked down into his face. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was
twisted like he was in pain. Was he actually enjoying this?
He stopped picking her up by her ass, as if all of his strength had deserted
him, and sat there beneath her, panting. Pam was still moving up and down, but
slower. His cock was getting soft. His cum was leaking from her slit.
She brushed her hair out of her face and smiled at him. Perspiration glistened
on his forehead.
“So? How about now? Can I take that test again?” she said.
Mr. Smith chuckled, and her brow wrinkled.
“I’m afraid you went to a lot of trouble for nothing,” he said.
Pam shook her head. “What are you talking about?”
His hand stroked her back and her ass.
“I told you at the beginning of the year I would let you drop your worst grade,
if you wanted.”
Pam stood up. His limp penis slipped from her hole, and his cum ran down the
inside of her leg.
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Children`s Fiction
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