Cynthia Faced Summer School

All Participants are 18+ years old.

If you read "Mary Had A Little Cunt" you met the teacher. This event is 10 years later.

Both poems contribute to the backstory of the running epic:
"O Mother Dear" but are stand-alone episodes.

Cynthia faced summer school.
She might not graduate.
She needed one more math credit
But it might be too late.

She knew she should have studied more
Instead of hanging out.
The final test was coming up
And passing was in doubt.

She wondered if her virgin cunt
Could help insure her grade.
Could she seduce her math teacher?
And would he make the trade?

Cynthia wore, the next school day,
Her flimsiest sundress.
Its clingy shape was so designed
To leave nothing to guess.

She walked up to her front row desk
And slid into her seat
Which flashed the crotch of her panties.
Her entrance was complete.

The teacher walked around the class
Not seeming to realize
That Cynthia had hiked her hem
To show her inner thighs.

The students left when the bell rang
But Cynthia remained.
Two firm hands on her shoulder points
Kept her posture maintained.

The teacher rubbed her neck and asked
"Is this about your grade?"
She nodded, as his hands undid
And shook loose her hair braid.

"Then come with me to my office.
We'll thoroughly review
Knowledge, skills and abilities
And see what we can do."

He locked the door and pulled the shades
As Cynthia stood by.
Anticipating her success,
She gave a little sigh.

The teacher turned and ran his hands
Down her back to her ass.
He patted it and then he said,
"There's a good chance you'll pass."

She smiled as Teacher raised her dress
And slipped a hand beneath
The waistband of her white panties
To feel her moistened sheath.

The contact increased her response
and made the teacher grin.
After he got her pussy slick
He pushed two fingers in.

He gently moved them in and out
And then applied his thumb
To Cynthia's now swollen clit.
His rubbing made her come.

He knelt and pulled her panties down
And kissed her dripping cunt.
Spreading her lips, he sent his tongue
In on a treasure hunt.

Teacher was quick to find his mark
And then picked up the pace.
Cynthia shook and trembled as
She came in Teacher's face.

Then Teacher stood and spun her 'round
To cup Cynthia's breasts
And rubbed the dress material
Against her poking crests.

She untied both her shoulder straps
And twisted in his arms.
The sundress slid, as they embraced,
And bared her puffy charms.

He tipped her chin and kissed her lips,
His tongue probed in between.
She opened up his trousers' fly
To feel what was unseen.

Her hand closed on the teacher's cock.
She could not guess its size.
Cynthia dropped onto her knees
So she could view the prize.

She pulled his pants and boxers down,
Releasing Teacher's dick.
She held it like an ice cream cone
And gave its head a lick.

Behind her head the teacher's hands
Made Cynthia advance.
Taking her cue, her mouth opened,
Then closed upon his lance.

Now on her own initiative
Her head began to bob.
Her hands moved up and down his length.
She thrilled to feel him throb.

As Cynthia warmed to the task,
Teacher's pressure increased
Until, at last, she got to taste
The semen he released.

The teacher held her head in place
So she could not retreat
But Cynthia had no such thought
As she sucked on his meat.

Cynthia stood and licked her lips,
Giving Teacher a wink.
"I think that I should get an 'A',
But tell me what you think."

"I think you are an apt pupil.
You have passed a few tests,"
Replied Teacher as he fondled
And tweaked Cynthia's breasts.

He brought her nipples to his mouth
And sucked 'til they were firm.
Her areoles were sensitive
And she began to squirm.

The teacher led her to his desk
And said, "Place your palms flat
And bend over and spread your legs.
I want to see your cat."

Cynthia did as she was told
But looked around to peek.
She saw and felt the teacher's cock
Brush against an ass cheek.

Then Teacher pushed its head into
Her open pussy's fold.
He paused then, so that her pussy
Lips would contract and hold.

Now in her grip he thrust forward
And then pulled back and stopped.
Repeating, he increased his strokes
Until her hymen popped.

She felt a twinge when he broke through,
No more than a spasm,
Which was forgotten quick in her
Ensuing orgasm.

The teacher pounded rhythmically
Inside Cynthia's cunt
And she responded to each push
With an audible grunt.

He kept it up. She came in waves
Until he delivered
His final load of swimming sperm
As her body quivered.

Cynthia's teacher gave her more
Than just a passing grade:
She soon found she was carrying
The daughter they had made.