Earing a Grade 1

§1Earning a Grade §r Part 1 By:§4 Majalias§r

“Alright everyone, settle down.” The teacher’s voice silenced the murmurs in the classroom. He took his seat, pulled it forward, and waited for the class’s full attention before he spoke. He

looked down between his legs, where his over-achieving teacher’s pet stared back up at him, blushing red. --- The day before, that same student had approached him after class, concerned about his grade. “I need an A in this

class!” he explained, but the teacher shook his head. “There’s simply no way, at this point. It’s simply impossible.” “What about extra credit?” asked the boy, desperately. It’s exactly what the teacher wanted to hear. ---

He looked down at the boy in his extra credit outfit, making his extra credit pouty face. Then, he pulled down his zipper, and pulled out the boy’s extra credit assignment. The boy was looking up at him, defiantly. Fair enough,

thought the teacher, I never said he had to do it with a smile. He looked back up at the class, and placed a hand on his student’s face. “Open up” he said, loudly and offset, “to page sixty-eight of your book.” He glanced down at the boy,

looking up at him with fire in her eyes. “Can we get a reader? It’s a shame that he isn’t here today, or we could all benefit from his big mouth for once,” he said, and scooted forward in his chair. To every other student, it looked as if he was

just adjusting his seat, but to him, it meant a cock in the mouth. The student panicked, but tried not to make a sound. He pulled back, his lips gliding over the shaft, leaving it wet, but before he pulled far enough away to

pop it free completely, a hand stopped him. He was on the tip again, his neck arched as back as it would go, and the hand insisted that he return from where he came, rather than retreat any further. The teacher held in a moan as he felt his

student sucking on the end; a compromise that didn’t involve moving too much. Still, the teacher urged him forward, demanding a proper blowjob. He reluctantly obliged, and the forbidden blowjob started inearnest. The boy worked

without a sound if he could, and with a *gwark* or a *glurg* or a *gurk!* if he couldn’t. The other students wondered where the sound was coming from, but none suspected that their fellow student was under the desk, fellating

the teacher. The boy had begged him to let him do it before class started, but he’d told him to hide under the desk and wait for his classmates to assemble, or he’d fail the assignment. Behind him, all his classmates sat, and in front of him sat his

teacher, and in his mouth was his teacher’s penis, slick with his saliva, getting the deluxe treatment from his lips. He pressed his face into the teacher’s crotch while the cute girl that sat behind him read from the

textbook, unaware that he was the one putting the smile on their teacher’s face. It went on like that for a few minutes, as the blowjob was slow and steady, lest it start to become loud and sloppy. The teacher had given them a new

assignment while he was giving his precious student his cock, orally. A student in the back had started to complain that the essay being assigned had two options, and that they should get extra credit for completing both.

“I did offer an extra credit assignment to one student, which he is… nearly done with, but that was a special circumstance, and… that’s all I’ll say about it.” “That’s not fair! He’s so lucky.” The teacher looked down at the boy

working diligently at blowing him, and nodded his head. “I don’t think if you were in his position you would be saying that.” It wasn’t the first time he considered biting down on his teacher’s happy-stick, but it was the first time that he looked

up at him with hateful eyes. Not that it mattered; by all indications, he was passing his oral examination with flying colors, as the teacher became steadily less able to hide his arousal and pleasure, moaning whenever he deepthroated him

or licked the underside or sucked strongly. Each time he did, he considered chomping down as a corrective measure, but knew that would end with his teacher yelping, knocking the desk over, and revealing him on his knees, dressed as a girl,

with precum dribbling down his lips. And that wasn’t the only thing. As had happened many times before, he had an embarrassing problem of his own, and it wouldn’t go away. Not only wouldn’t his erection go down,

the more it rubbed at the panties and the skirt, the more it stiffened. It was the worst possible time for one… and he worried it was going to get even worse. Every time he thought about what he was doing, or what was in his mouth, it

jerked, and rubbed even more… until finally, it felt just like it did all those times right before he was in dire need of a tissue, and he pulled his skirt tightly over it as he deep throated the teacher to distract him. It felt like a

sudden sneeze into the tissue of his skirt as his body betrayed him. He shuddered as he came, focusing more on the messy accident in his underwear than on the thing in his mouth. He was surprised when he realized that he

was spitting more than the time he looked up lesbians online, even though it felt tingly where he was pressed up against the fabric of the panties, thoroughly soaking them with semen that bubbled between the weave. How was he

going to explain to his sister what caused the stain on the clothes he borrowed from her? He tried not to moan, but he couldn’t help whimper. He knew that the skirt and certainly the panties were going to be irrevocably ruined when he

felt it dribblingout between the weave of the fabric, pooling onto the floor. With a final shudder, he finished, and his underwear had never felt more sticky. Finally, his boner went down, having spent itself, but it was difficult to take solace in

that, knowing that if anyone saw his skirt now, they’d know he had a boner in it, and that problem had solved itself. If his teacher noticed, he didn’t show it. He’d been holding back a moan since he felt his cock suddenly buried in a throat.

And what’s more, once the boy resumed his movements, he had to concentrate on holding back something else, as well. The boy felt him twitching and jerking in his mouth, his cock getting harder even than it’d been before, and knew what that reaction

meant. He pulled himself back; there was no way the two of them could hide THAT particular event, but the teacher slid his chair forward even more, trapping him between his thighs. The boy tried to push him away, but couldn’t budge him. The boy

looked up at him, pleading, but his teacher rigidly faced forward, addressing the class, while he started to thrust into his mouth by shifting his seat back and forth subtly. “And, with that, I think it’s about time I dismissed class…

But first, in lieu of our… missing student… I must remind you of the important of… attendance… and while I don’t grade… based on attendance… you can’t learn if you don’t… come!” He stopped

moving, and the boy looked up at him, confused, for just a moment, before his eyes narrowed and he felt the deluge. The teacher put his hand on the back of the boy’s head and looked out at the class, who watched him

suspiciously. To them, he was perfectly still, but underneath the desk… all that stress and frustration came up at once, at a boil, into his distressed student’s surprised mouth. His shaft pulsed as it pumped out the

extra credit assignment that he had so foolishly accepted. The boy’s eyes were wide at first, but quickly narrowed in sullen anger as he looked up at his teacher, grinning as he nutted in his mouth. He gagged on it a bit as he

started to swallow, but he quickly suppressed it. The last thing he wanted was for his classmates to find him now, with jizz in his underwear and a mouthful of the teacher’s spunk. He couldn’t believe his teacher ejaculated into his mouth in

front of the whole class… or even at all. He swallowed it, and his regrets, with his lips still firmly around the teacher’s treacherous cock. Once the students were caught up in leaving, the teacher allowed himself a moan of

release, looking down at the little darling between his legs as he reclined lazily in his chair, his arms laying limp at his side. His nubile little student sucked idly on his popsicle, her lower lip working gently to coax out the rest of his

salty cream. His gulps were so loud that he worried the whole class could hear him drinking the teacher’s cocktail. He moved slowly back and forth to coax out the rest of it, slurping softly, his hands on the teacher’s

teacher with his mouth, what more could he want? His teacher, meanwhile, marked down the grade on the grading sheet: B. He looked down at the boy as the cum foamed out and he swallowed sullenly, even though he'd been told he

didn't have to, and had a change of heart, and marked down a B- instead. After all, if he was willing to swallow THAT, why not a B-? Maybe he could work his way up… and if he still really wanted that “A”… well, he’s got to

know his ABC’s…He withdrew, and the boy spit the rest of his lesson onto the floor. It was to hide the mess he’d made on his own, but the teacher didn’t need to know that. He smacked his lips idly afterward, one eye lazily

half-closed, which gave him the amusing appearance of being drunk, and looked up at the teacher once more, while the teacher stuffed himself back into his slacks. “Do I… get an ‘A’?” he said, listlessly. “’B’ is for blowjob,” he said, wagging

his finger. “So then, what’s ‘A’ for?” Looking up at his teacher’s grin, he knew that he wasn’t going to be returning his sister’s clothes for a little while longer… if at all.