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Stupid Girl
by Eric Waters (eric_waters4567@hotmail.com)

***

A college teacher, and a cute student. Guess what 
happens next. (MF, college)

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There are plenty of stories about college teachers and 
their innocent students, but you’ve got to understand 
that your average freshman today has been fucking since 
Junior High and has become pretty damned jaded about 
sex. Even so, that doesn’t mean that they’ll generally 
screw their teachers, but sometimes…

Usually, I behave myself. First, I’m married. Second, I 
like my job. And third, I talk in my sleep. Still, I 
get to see sweet fresh co-ed (does anyone still call 
them that?) flesh every year. Last year there was an 
especially delightful treat who sat in the front row on 
the first day of class. She was short but busty, with 
dark hair and amazing brown eyes. I have learned not to 
stare at my students, but I scan the room when I’m 
talking, and I can choose who to make eye contact with. 

I’ll call my student Wendy, since that’s a name that’s 
fallen completely out of favor. Wendy wore tight tees 
that really made the most of her tits, and she leaned 
over an awful lot for someone sitting in the front row.

As cute as Wendy was, it didn’t take long to figure out 
that she "wasn’t especially college material," as we 
sometimes put it. She struggled with her first 
assignment, which was supposed to be a confidence-
building giveaway. I don’t know about the rest of you, 
but I don’t find "stupid" to be especially sexy. I let 
my gaze settle over her delicious cleavage from time to 
time, but I wasn’t at risk of falling for her. 

After she got her first paper back, Wendy came by my 
office looking sad. I put on my professional face and 
offered her a seat. Since I’ve had plenty of sexual 
harassment training, I make a habit of always having my 
office door when I meet with my students.

Wendy gave me a dejected look with her big brown eyes 
and sounded sad. "Mr. Waters, I really don’t know why I 
didn’t do better on my paper…"

I took the crumpled assignment from her hand and 
patiently explained some of the more basic mistakes. 
After three minutes, it was clear that I might as well 
be explaining calculus to a fern.

"But, Mr. Waters, I really need to do well in this 
class…" She stared at me for a moment, evidently 
expecting me to magically reconsider the quality of her 
work. I waited for her to say something a bit more 
compelling.

"Well, if you turn in your work early, I can look it 
over and give you some constructive feedback." It was a 
standard speech that I gave to failing students; if she 
was willing to do that much work, I wouldn’t have to 
give the speech.

"But, I’m just not getting it," she sighed. I noticed 
that her top was showing more cleavage than usual, and 
she was wearing a skirt instead of a pair of blue 
jeans.

"Well, what would you like for me to do?" I asked in my 
most helpful voice.

"You…" (I could hear the gears clicking feverishly in 
her head). "You need to give me a B. At least a B."

"Well, if you try harder and study more…"

She looked at me with a determined glare. She 
whispered, "I could say that you hit on me. That would 
get you in trouble, wouldn’t it?" She intoned the last 
remark as a question…clearly, she wasn’t quite certain.

I pointed to the open door and shrugged my shoulders.

She stood and shut the door. "Now it’s my word against 
yours," she announced.

I’d been expecting this sort of thing for years, and 
I’d already decided that my job wasn’t worth it. If 
some twat wanted to extort me for an A, I’d bend with 
the breeze. But somehow, now that it was actually 
happening, it just seemed absurd.

"So," I said, "if I don’t give you a B, you’ll report 
me for sexual harassment."

"Yes. No, an A. Gimme an A."

I let her demand hang in the air. Then I said, "Well, 
if you’re going to threaten me with sexual harassment, 
I might as well get something out of it." I reached 
over and placed a firm hand on her left breast.

Not surprisingly, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights 
look. "Uh, no, I mean…"

"Or what, you’ll report me for sexually harassing you?"

A smarter girl could have figured out a clever 
response, or at least have figured out that she could 
start yelling, but Wendy was flummoxed. I decided to go 
for it. I reached to her waist and grabbed her cotton 
top. With both hands I lifted it up, and she 
reflexively raised her arms. 

Before she could sew anything I pressed my lips to 
hers. She stood on her toes, and I reached behind her 
and undid her bra. I pulled it away from her and 
delighted to see her large brown nipples. I knelt down 
and buried my face in her tits. I moved my face away 
long enough to gasp, "My god, but you’re beautiful!"

I sucked on Wendy’s nipples until they pointed out, 
hard and proud, from her chest. She was breathing hard, 
and I figured that this might really work out well for 
me. I fumbled for her skirt’s zipper, and found it. She 
placed a hand on mine in silent protest as I started to 
tug it down, but I met her gaze and pulled it until I 
could slide her skirt down to the floor. 

She was wearing a pair of panties with a cartoon cat on 
them. I picked her up and placed her down in front of 
my office chair. As I sat her down, I pulled her 
panties to her ankles. She was wearing sandals, and I 
tossed them aside with her panties. She had a nicely-
trimmed snatch, and I buried my face in it.

It had been quite a few years since I’d done anything 
this impulsive. There’s always a strange mystery when 
going down on a girl for the first time. Fortunately, 
Wendy was clean and it wasn’t her time of the month. I 
kissed her twat and then slid my tongue up and down her 
labia. She trembled and grabbed my balding head with 
her hands.

If she was a screamer, I was going to find myself 
unemployed.

Being an old guy, I’ve had the chance to learn a few 
tricks. Wendy’s lips were delightfully swollen, and she 
smelled of jasmine and, well, pussy. I stroked her 
gently with my tongue and used my thumbs to part her 
pussy lips so that I could pay attention to her clit.

I gauged her sensitivity, and she let me know that she 
could handle some direct pressure. Her heels rested on 
my shoulders. Once I found out how she liked to be 
eaten, she found a rhythm and began rocking her crotch 
into my face.

When she lifted her heels off of my shoulders, I knew 
she was about to come. I held her ass in my hands and 
didn’t let go as she spasmed all over my face. She 
gasped but didn’t cry out. I looked up at her and she 
gave me a smile that was laced with utter rapture. When 
she caught her breath, she pulled my head up and 
gestured for me to stand. 

Wendy sat up in my office chair and reached for my 
belt. Clumsily, she undid my belt and unzipped my 
pants. I was only half-hard, but as soon as she reached 
into my briefs I felt the blood rush from my brain. She 
stroked my ass and she pulled down my shorts. She 
looked at my half-erect cock as if it were a prize, and 
took it lovingly into her mouth.

Wendy stroked me with her hands while she sucked my 
cock to full mast.

Wendy was sitting naked in my chair, looking up at me 
sweetly as she sucked me off. I stroked her hair and 
ears with my fingertips. Finally, I pushed her head 
away from my dick. I leaned her back in the chair and 
pulled her hips forward. She grabbed at my waist and 
pulled me towards her. 

I hardly had to aim my cock; it found her swollen pussy 
lips and slid through them into her warm belly. Wendy 
wrapped her arms and legs around me. I leaned forward 
and slid my cock into her with long strokes. 

I hadn’t been so turned on in years, and I wasn’t sure 
how long I could last. I didn’t want to knock Wendy up, 
but I was sure as hell going to get my rocks off. 
Wendy’s skin was smooth and she was perfectly curved; I 
don’t know how she could have felt better. 

I waited as long as I could and pulled out of her 
sopping pussy. It took almost no encouragement to get 
her to take my dick back into her mouth. She held me 
tight with her hand and let just the head of my cock 
slide between her lips. When I came, I squirted deep 
into her mouth, and she sucked my dry. Once I had 
finished coming, she gave my softening dick a sweet 
kiss.

Absentmindedly I grabbed a fistful of tissues and 
handed them to her. She dabbed her lips, and then 
dabbed her lap. I found some napkins in my desk and 
wiped off my dick. Not especially romantic, but I 
wanted to try to get presentable. It was about a minute 
after I’d come that I realized that something was odd. 
Wendy was looking smug?

"Damn, that was great, Mr. Waters. Or are we on a 
first-name basis yet?" She stood and looked for her 
panties. When she spotted them she leaned forward, 
bending at the waist and displaying her luscious ass. 
She started dressing herself. "Shit, I was starting to 
think you might be gay." She gave me a wicked grin. "I 
mean, I’ve been trying to get your attention for weeks 
now."

Now I was the idiot. "So, you were..."

"Check my GPA, Eric. I’m a straight-A student." She 
latched her bra. "And not because I fuck all of my 
teachers. I mean, I do have my standards." 

"So you..."

"Do you want me to draw you a picture?" 

She grabbed a sheet of paper from my computer printer. 
She pantomimed drawing with her fingertip. "This is me, 
the cute, fuck-loving college student. This is you, the 
fascinating but clueless professor. Now this is me, 
bent over your desk, getting your dick rammed into my 
ass. Oh!" She wiped the page with her hand. "That 
hasn’t happened yet," she said with a smile. 

END

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