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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