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Fucking for Grades - 3
by Darkside Charles (darksidecharles@gmail.com)

***

In part 3 of the "Fucking for Grades," saga Mr. Bryant 
has Lena just where he wants her: ready to do whatever 
he wants to pass his class and get that Plan B pill 
he's holding hostage. Let the games begin. (MMf, nc)

***

Part 3: Sharing is Caring

Ouch. Mr. Bryant's arms were tired. With Mrs. Bryant 
entering her 8th month, sex had to get pretty 
creative. Last night, he had managed to grasp his 
heaving wife by the hips, lifting her briefly before 
repeatedly dropping her on his cock. After he had 
finished, he found to his frustration that he was 
still rock hard. He pulled out, grunted with 
frustration, and fucked his wife's ass. 

It had taken a while, and he ladled strands of his cum 
on his dick for lubrication as he pushed into her. 
Still finding himself hard after filling her ass with 
his cum, he directed his wife to give him a blowjob, 
but stopped her halfway through so she could take care 
of their son Mick, who was knocking on the door asking 
for water. 

Mr. Bryant rolled out of the wet center of the bed and 
jerked at his dick. With his mind and iPhone full of 
images of Lena Hoskins, breasts pressing into a locker 
room bench, rocking back and forth from the thrust of 
his hungry cock, dripping a pool of his sperm between 
her legs, he had been hornier recently than he could 
remember- hornier than he had been the first time he 
had seen his wife's pretty little virgin twat back 
when she had been a freshman in high school and he had 
been her substitute science teacher. 

He could still remember the sight, her soft downy cunt 
lips opening to him as he knelt between her legs to 
lick her until she panted so loud he'd had to stuff a 
sock in her mouth. She'd looked so pretty with that 
sock in her mouth he kept it in there while he pounded 
her pussy. He had never been so happy to have hours of 
grading ruined, the book positioned under her perky 
little ass stained with both their juices. 

Very different circumstances. Mrs. Bryant, who wasn't 
then Mrs. Bryant but Melissa Adams, smallest 
cheerleader and top of the pyramid, always begged for 
him to cum inside her. She had wanted to carry his 
child- a little baby all her classmates would be 
jealous of, the son of the hottest teacher at Bulwart 
High. 

He remembered how she pouted each morning as he 
watched her swallow her birth control, opening her 
mouth and sticking her tongue out so he could make 
sure. Sometimes, as a treat for both of them, he'd cum 
on her face, finish in her mouth and stick the pill 
the little white pool for her to swallow along with 
his jizz. He grinned, remembering their panic when 
students had arrived before she had time to clean 
herself up. She got grief for months after that for 
the "zit mask" she'd thought up to explain the 
situation. 

Yes, the future Mrs. Bryant had wanted his baby, a 
wish that came true once she was old enough that he 
could propose without going to jail. He guessed she 
hadn't been banking on having quite so many children – 
four boys in quick succession must have been rather 
exhausting for her, exhausting enough that she had 
gone out to buy the day after pill rather than go for 
number 5. Lucky for Mr. Bryant, who had full access to 
all of her online communication, she had decided to 
talk it over with her sister first. 

Mr. Bryant's cock twitched at the thought of Jennie 
Adams, the little cunt. "OMG DO IT," the younger 
sister had written, "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! WTF?! U 
JUST HAD JOHN! PLAN B!" Mr. Bryant could forgive 
Jennie for the idiotic internet slang, being only 16, 
but not the interference. He didn't know how, but he'd 
find a way to punish her someday. Women, especially 
juicy little whores who like to go out jogging early 
in the morning like Jennie Adams, find themselves in 
dangerous situations all the time. 

He wondered if he still had the black tape and rope 
from when Melissa had been into bondage. It would be 
so easy- jump her from behind, gag her, fuck her until 
she couldn't think of her own name, let alone think 
enough to tell his wife not to have his baby, fuck her 
so hard she'd guess it was him because who else would 
have a dick as good as his-

Release. He came with gagging shudders, streams of his 
cum shooting all over the bed. He noted with pride 
that some of it made it all the way over to the 
wedding photo Mrs. Bryant kept at her nightstand, and 
a thin, milky white trail dripped down his wife's 
face, reminiscent of so many nights they had spent 
together. At last, his erection died down. Mr. Bryant 
loved his wife, but he didn't love her crow's feet, 
the lines around her mouth, or the stretch marks that 
had appeared when she got thick with their first son, 
born a month before her 20th birthday. How do men do 
it? How do men stay faithful to their wives when there 
are young, fresh women out there to fuck? 

He mentally thanked his wife's whore of a younger 
sister. Ridiculous, interfering cunt though she was, 
she had unwittingly been the key to the next stage of 
his plan with Lena, who still had quite a few 
percentage points to earn before she could hope to 
pass his class. His wife had handed over the Plan B 
the instant he asked her if she had anything she 
needed to tell him, and he had kept it as a reminder 
of her close call with disloyalty to him. Now it would 
serve him greatly as a way to insure loyalty from his 
favorite underperforming student. 

When his wife returned from her mothering, she seemed 
relieved that her husband's seemingly unquenchable 
arousal had been quieted. She slipped off her robe and 
lay in the obscene mess of their lovemaking, 
commenting only that she was pleased he seemed so 
sated. "Of course, baby," he murmured. "You always do 
it for me." 

*

When Mr. Bryant woke the next morning, bright and 
ready for the day at 8:00, he awoke to crisp, fresh 
sheets. How did she manage to do that? He saw the 
evidence of last night's fun in a pile of laundry in 
the corner, and heard the sound of Mrs. Bryant 
brushing her teeth in the bathroom. "Mruuruma morning 
fuck?" he heard her ask over the sound of the electric 
toothbrush. 

"No, that's okay, honey. I have to go into work and do 
some grading." Mrs. Bryant nodded and went back to her 
morning ablutions. 
Well, it doesn't do to be neglectful, Mr. Bryant 
considered. He opened his bedside table and pulled out 
one of his 5-inch vibrators, a little pink number with 
ridges and sparkles. Totally chick number, but it did 
the trick. He turned it up to its highest setting, the 
whir of the machine matching the sound of the 
toothbrush. He walked up behind his wife, kissed her 
cheek, reached around and wiggled it up inside of her.

"Keep that in there until the batteries die, bunny. 
I'll know if you don't, ok?" Of course he had no way 
of knowing that, but who cared. She nodded, her eyes 
fluttering from arousal. 

"Don't let it affect how you act around the kids 
though." He patted her huge belly. "Take care of my 
littlest boy." He laughed to see a thin strand of 
excitement drip out from between her legs. He trusted 
it would be a long morning for his beautiful bride. 

He patted the Plan B in his pocket. Time to see Lena. 

*

He had barely gotten settled in his office when he 
heard a knock at the door. So punctual! 

"Good morning, Mr. Bryant," Lena muttered. So! A whore 
can look like a good girl! Lena was wearing a very 
conservative-looking pink sweater and khaki pants. If 
the goal was to be unattractive, though, she failed 
miserably. Mr. Bryant had seen those breasts and knew 
exactly what hid under that thick material. 

"Dressed for church, are we? You look adorable. I 
don't suppose you're going to have yourself some 
confession, though. I'd hate for your local priest to 
find out the naughty things you've done… although, 
given the Catholic Church's track record, I think you 
might find yourself exploring the underside of a 
cassock!" 

Lena went pale. "I'd never tell Father Joseph anything 
like that. He's good friends with my parents. And if 
they knew…" Mr. Bryant laughed. 

"Of course you wouldn't. You're a whore, but you're a 
good little whore, and good whores don't get caught. I 
believe I have something for you." He held out the box 
containing the Plan B One Step. Lena stepped forward 
to take it. 

"Ah-ah-ah. I don't think so. Miss Hoskins, you still 
need a 92% on the final exam to pass this class. Do 
you really think that's likely?" Lena dropped her hand 
and shook her head. 

"Of course it isn't. Lucky for you, I'm a very fair 
man. How long do you think it'll take you to walk to 
church from here, Lena?" 

Lena considered. "Uh… I guess fifteen minutes?" 

Mr. Bryant stood and walked toward her. "Then I guess 
that gives me about an hour and a half to have fun 
with you before then. Let's be generous, hey Lena? 10 
percentage points for an hour and a half." He walked 
behind her and cupped her breasts with both hands. Her 
nipples were hard- so hard he could feel them through 
her bra. 

"Oh, I forgot, 10 percentage points… and a pill that 
flushes out any baby that might be sprouting up here." 
He lowered his left hand and stuck it down the front 
of her pants, snaking under her panties so he could 
dip his finger inside her. She was wet- wet enough he 
could rub her clit with it. Oh, precious, gorgeous 
little slut. 

"Unless you want to have my baby?" he whispered, 
pushing his middle finger inside her up to the 
knuckle. 

She moaned. 

"Sounds like you're pretty hot for it, little girl. 
Maybe I fuck you, flunk you and send you to church 
carrying my kid, huh?" He tapped at her clit, grinding 
his hardness into her ass. 

"No! No." She bucked into him, grinding against his 
finger, before pulling away. She pulled at her 
sweater. "Okay. An hour and a half, 10 percentage 
points plus the pill." 

Mr. Bryant grinned. He wasn't sure Lena knew what she 
was agreeing to- be he was also pretty sure Lena 
walked through most of her day without quite 
understanding what was going on. 

First thing's first- off with those clothes. With the 
authority and experience of a father with four messy 
boys, he ripped off her sweater and unbuttoned her 
pants, pausing for a moment to marvel at how 
unbelievably sexy white underwear and a plain nude bra 
can be on a perfect body. He pulled out his black 
bondage tape- it had been easy to find near the 
vibrator in the bedside table- and tied Lena's hands 
together behind her head. 

When she had started to question this, he grabbed that 
sexy white underwear and stuffed it in her mouth, 
using the same tape to bind it. He dragged her over to 
the eye wash station in the classroom – it was a 
special-ed science classroom during certain periods- 
and tied her hands to a pipe that hung above. He 
finished the roll of tape by wrapping it around her 
head, covering her eyes. It was novelty tape and only 
stuck to itself, so it wouldn't hurt to remove. 

He was glad they had plenty of time. He knelt between 
her legs, relishing the scent of her young pussy. He 
hadn't wanted to eat his wife out since she'd had 
their third kid – he supposed she'd tighten up again 
after she was done having kids but for the moment, it 
wasn't a sight he enjoyed. This, though! Perfect. He 
dug his nose in and breathed deeply. He could close 
his eyes and imagine a soccer field: the grass, the 
freshly washed hair on all those teenaged girls, 
orange slices, fresh sweat on hard legs. 

He pushed a finger inside, flicking her clit with his 
tongue, savoring the taste. He was lapping, touching 
the outside of her vagina while he penetrated her with 
his tongue, when he had to slap his forehead for being 
so forgetful. He had forgotten to press "record" on 
his iPhone! All that trouble of setting it up in the 
dock… at least he had remembered before things got too 
heavy. He was so hard he probably could have pressed 
the button with his dick. 

He went back to Lena and was pleased to discover that 
she was dripping wet and hadn't seemed to notice the 
sound of his iPhone recording. He supposed there was a 
way to do that kind of thing silently, but he was a 
bit of a technophobe and couldn't figure that stuff 
out. He knew how to press play on a video, though, and 
was counting on this one to get him off for years to 
come. 

He had checked the weight-bearing capacity of the pipe 
the night before, and wasn't worried. It would have 
buckled under his bulk, but a little slut like Lena 
wasn't going to do anything. He nibbled at her 
nipples, positioning himself under the girl so he 
could fuck her standing up. He ran his cock along the 
curve of her body, poking gently at her asshole before 
dipping into her cunt. Christ, the sight of her, head 
scanning the room, seeing nothing, her chest heaving 
with heavy breaths, her pussy hot and begging to be 
fucked, ripe and ready. He finally plunged inside, 
gritting his teeth at the tightness. 

Her knees buckled and she fell, caught after only an 
inch by the strong tape, grinding him deeper inside. 
He steadied himself on a cabinet above and gripped her 
ass. He felt his balls twitching- he needed to cum. 
Not yet, he told himself, not yet. He stopped his 
movement and breathed deeply. Lena, for her part, was 
having none of that. She squeezed and began fucking 
him hard, breathing deeply. Mr. Bryant grinned and 
shrugged. Gotta give a whore what she wants, he 
laughed to himself, slamming into her, shaking the 
cabinet. He came in thick, deep bursts, clutching her 
wet body to him as it shook, wanting more. 

"You can't help yourself, can you? You're a cum-hungry 
slut no matter what church you plan on attending once 
our time here is through. That really wasn't enough 
for you, was it?" 

Lena didn't answer- it probably didn't help that her 
underwear was filled her mouth. Mr. Bryant caught some 
of the cum running down her leg and felt it between 
his fingers, wiping some on her breast. 

"Lucky for you, I know what's good for cum-hungry 
sluts. This might come as a bit of a surprise, but the 
answer is- more cum." As if on cue, Mr. Bryant heard a 
light rapping on the door. 

"5:00's too early for dinner," he heard a voice 
whisper. Mr. Bryant personally thought code phrases 
were pretty stupid, but Mr. Reynolds was insistent and 
there wasn't any harm in it. 

"Mmmrmrm?" he heard from behind the underwear. 

Mr. Bryant opened the door just enough to let Mr. 
Reynolds in before closing and locking it again. 

"Be quiet, my pretty little prostitute. You've got 
another client. Now keep that cunt open and we'll give 
you all the cum your body needs." As could be 
expected, Lena began to thrash around. Oh, well. 

Mr. Bryant didn't really want to share his rented 
property with anyone else, but he owed Mr. Reynolds a 
pretty big favor. The janitor had found a stack of 
Polaroid photographs in his closet during spring 
cleaning time that could easily have gotten Mr. Bryant 
fired or sent to jail – oh, the idiot days before 
encrypted external hard drives – and rather than 
reporting him, had simply left a note on his desk 
reading "Nice shots! I haven't seen a beaver like the 
one on that little Latin bitch since before I served 
time. Kept 1 or 2 for personal use." They had never 
spoken about it again, but Mr. Bryant knew there would 
never be a more perfect time to pay up. 

"She's primed and ready, Mr. Reynolds. I've got 
condoms if you're not interested in swapping fluids." 
He opened a drawer to reveal an array of options, from 
flavored to latex-free. 

Mr. Reynolds chuckled. "Are you kidding? I haven't 
dipped my wick into anything I ain't had to pay for in 
20 years, no way I'm wrapping up. I figure she's 
clean, yeah?" He was stepping out of his pants as he 
spoke, and had begun stroking his short, fat cock. He 
stared at Lena's body, kicking and screaming from 
behind her gag. 

Mr. Bryant stepped behind her to steady her. "Sure, 
she's clean. She was a virgin before I got to her, can 
you believe it?" Mr. Reynolds moaned a bit. His old 
cock lengthened and stiffened. 

"Watch what you say, boy, would you? Don't want to go 
shooting off without even getting my dick inside!" He 
stepped in front of her and guided his dick into her, 
groaning with pleasure as it sunk in, eased with the 
wetness of Mr. Bryant's cum. He began fucking her, 
holding on for support. "This would be a lot easier if 
she was lying down," he gasped. 

Mr. Bryant considered. The sight of Lena being fucked, 
her weak struggles being contained by his muscular 
hands, had him just as hard as he'd been last night. 
"Well, we could do that, or you could let me have 
another go at her, too? Feeling generous, Mr. 
Reynolds?" He pulled Lena's ass cheeks apart and 
explored the soft pucker of her asshole with his index 
finger. 

Mr. Reynolds continued to pump inside, increasing 
slightly in speed. "You wanna fuck this little 
princess in the ass? Ha! Sounds like a waste of time 
when you got a pussy this pretty- UGH!- but be my 
guest. Don't mess up my rhythm, though!" 

With as much pre-cum as Mr. Bryant typically produced, 
he almost never needed lube when he fucked a willing 
ass. With as much as Lena was fighting him, though, 
he'd need something extra. Fortunately, Mr. Bryant had 
thought ahead. He reached in his pocket and squired 
some lubricant on his dick – as easy as that! Matching 
Mr. Reynolds' rhythm, he inched his way inside Lena's 
impossibly tight asshole. 

Without too much effort, the two men got into sync. 
Mr. Bryant knew why it was taking him a while to cum- 
he could still see his cum leaking out of Lena's pussy 
onto the floor- but he was really quite impressed with 
the older man's stamina. By the time Mr. Bryant had 
pushed his way deep enough inside Lena's ass to feel 
his balls rest against her, however, it was obvious 
Mr. Reynolds was close. 

"Oh, God!" he shuddered, pushing against her, his 
entire body spasming. He hung on the girl for a moment 
before sinking to the floor, utterly spent. Mr. Bryant 
gathered speed and prepared to finish, himself. He 
pulled out, spun Lena around to face him, and jerked 
himself off into her breasts and lower belly. He 
collapsed onto the floor next to Mr. Reynolds, who was 
leaning his head back with the air of a man imagining 
smoking a cigarette. 

Lena looked so gorgeous there, shining with cum, 
shoulders shaking. He felt more relaxed than he had in 
years. Absent-mindedly, he scooped up some of his cum 
as it dripped down her body and rubbed it onto her 
clit and inside her, where it mixed with the jizz the 
two men had deposited in the past hour. His fingers 
still sticky with cum, he ended the recording on his 
iPhone. 

Mr. Reynolds opened his eyes. "That… was incredible. 
Friend, you gotta send me that recording." 

"What? And have me on the line for another little 
bitch I gotta share with you? No way. Let's just 
consider this a one-time beautiful shared experience, 
shall we?" Mr. Reynolds nodded. 

"I'd consider that very fair." 

Mr. Bryant considered. "What the fuck, though. Here." 
He angled the iPhone between his student's soaking 
legs and snapped a shot. "I'll send it to you."

Mr. Reynolds stood, using Lena's body to steady 
himself before zipping up his pants. "You're a good 
man, Mr. Bryant. I assure you that will get me through 
many a cold night. This has been a memory-maker, sir." 

He left as quietly as he had come. Mr. Bryant removed 
Lena's blindfold. Her eyes were red with tears. "Now, 
Lena, you seem upset. I'm not sure why that is, since 
I've kept within the parameters of our agreement. It 
hasn't been an hour and a half yet." Tears dripping 
from her eyes, Lena nodded. 

"Now, I think you're behaving very badly. You should 
be a good whore, not make me hold you down like that. 
To punish you, I'm not going to give you your Plan B. 
In fact, I'm going to put this little guy up here-" he 
pushed a dildo, slightly smaller than the one inside 
his wife- "to make sure we keep as much of that 
healthy cum up there as possible until I see you 
next." Lena was shaking her head violently, but he 
caught her face and looked into her eyes. 

"You're being bad again, Lena. You must learn to trust 
me. Plan B is effective within 72 hours, my gorgeous, 
stupid whore. It's been, oh, about 16 hours since we 
made love for the first time. That gives you us a safe 
window of over two days for us, and three days for you 
and Mr. Reynolds. Plenty of time! I promise you'll get 
the pill before then. Isn't that fair?" Lena gulped 
and nodded. 

"Now, to reward you for being such a pretty, sweet 
whore, I'm going to be generous and give you two extra 
percentage points. That pulls down the grade you'll 
need on your final down to an 80%. You're so close!" 
Mr. Bryant pushed the dildo a bit deeper into Lena's 
cunt. There was a quiet squishing sound as cum leaked 
around the side. 

"Now, you're going to come see me tomorrow before 
practice and we'll take this out of you. I'll even 
give you one extra percentage point if you're good and 
don't mess with it- I'll be able to tell if you do. I 
bet one more visit will get you down to where even a 
perfect little idiot like you will be able to pass 
this class with flying colors- and I promise you'll 
get this little pill before you leave my sight. Think 
I can take this gag out without both of us regretting 
it?" 

Lena nodded, and Mr. Bryant cut off the tape on her 
hands and mouth. The panties were soaked with her 
spit, and he watched approvingly as she pulled them up 
and pulled her pants over top. He hoped the priest 
wasn't as experienced as he had joked, or he'd surely 
notice the gate of a young person who has just as her 
ass thoroughly fucked. 

Mr. Bryant stopped his student before she left the 
classroom. "See you in class tomorrow, Lena! It's the 
last big review session before the exam!" 

Lena closed the door quietly. 

*

Mrs. Bryant was used to her husband grunting her 
sister's name as he finished inside her, but the name 
"Lena" was new to her. She considered asking him about 
it, but he was already fast asleep, snoring lightly. 
She shrugged it off as she went to the bathroom for a 
post-fuck quick pee to stave off UTIs and let his cum 
drain out of her. Ever since the Plan B incident she 
had stopped questioning her husband's actions. It 
wasn't a wife's place. 

~~

Hope you sick fuckers enjoyed that! Remember: it's 
only a victimless fantasy if no actual humans are 
involved. If the thought of ruining someone's life 
isn't motivation enough to keep this stuff in the 
pretend realm, jail for life is where you belong. 

That being said, I love a good fantasy and I'm kinky 
as shit! Send me your weird ideas. 
Darksidecharles@gmail.com! 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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