Chad's Bad Grade

"Of course you won't, young man, but it will not save you. You are in my power, and I'm having too much fun, tee hee. Now, pull out and switch with me."

Chad pulled out. His cocked slurped as it withdrew. A gush of cum, hers and his, followed.

Quivering as much from exhaustion as fear, Chad moved onto the table. He lay, leg spread, with his ramrod straight cock wet and dripping.

Cythera stood majestically, admiring his body.

"You are the most well-endowed young man I've had in quite a while."

Past girls had said as much, in variation, to Chad. He'd bask in the glow of such praise from a milf, but the predatory look on this one's face, as she stalked towards his cock, extinguished it.

Miss Ashley took his cock into her mouth. Chad gaped, wide-eyed with shock as she swallowed him to the groin.

Holy fuck! How is she doing it?!

His eyes crossed when she began to suck. Her tongue slithered along his pole, from groin to tip. The glide of it across his veins had him gushing seconds later.

In the kitchen's quiet, he listened to her gulps. His body arched up and down on the table. His hands clenched the surface with each splurt. His mouth hissed gasps, warbled moans, and erupted with soft screams.

Infrequently, his eyes rolled back from his head to gaze at her, wide-eyed like a deer.

Miss Ashley looked back, malevolently through her glasses, not pausing in her killer blowjob. Her throat worked with an energy shaming Charybdis. Her look of superior evil terrified the young swimmer.

Inside her warm, wet mouth Chad's cock pulsed and squirted. Miss Ashley licked across his mushroom top, lapping the cream gushing outward. Her throat worked to swallow his seed into her belly.

Each sound of her suck, "Glck! Sck! Slrp! Gck," riposted Chad's, "Hah! Ah! Ungh! Gah!"

The couple's nude bodies glowed from sweat, but the exertion shone only on Chad's freckled face. His wide, blue eyes mingled equal amounts of shock, fear, and ecstasy.

Cythera's hands played over his body, manipulating it like raw dough, touching his intimates for greater effect.

The young swimmer noticed not when she finished. No other sound came from his mouth, other than a faint gasp as his cock slurped from hers.

Miss Ashley stood and stretched. An observer would list her smug smile among the things stolen from Chad. She turned to head for her shower.

Chad lay moaning, spent, with his hard, throbbing cock, and nude, shiny body, and muttered, "M-m-my grades."

"We'll see if your performance warrants a reconsideration, young man," she responded over her shoulder. "Meanwhile, you will clean my table with your tongue. Your cock will join me in the shower later. I suggest, very strongly, that you be quick and thorough. Your cock will get impatient, and I exact penalties for a messy table."

Miss Ashley left with a giggle and a wiggle. Chad's cock strained after her, and then smacked against his groin several times, as if to tell him, "Get to work!"

Chad rose from the table, Did she really mean what she said?

The young swimmer really wanted to go back to the living room, gather his clothes, and get the fuck as far from this house and Miss Ashley as physically possible.

His body refused to obey, and his painfully erect cock smacked his groin, and pointed at the table.

Chad balefully looked at the pool of cum on the table, swallowed his bile, knelt down, and began to lick.

"I've never done anything like this before," he thought, slurping. He'd never imagined anything like it. It turned out less cringey than expected.

His cum, Chad discovered, tasted salty, with a mild, nutty flavor. A light sweetness was also included. Chad wondered if that flavor came from Miss Ashley.

The young swimmer only had to worry about the cum. The table was clean, otherwise.

He licked, slurped, and gulped away. His cock gave his groin a few smacks to hurry him along.

A painful pull told him his cock was getting impatient. He licked up the last of the cum, checking to make sure the table was spotless. He stood and turned to the entrance. His cock pointed, spear hard, to the living room.

Chad walked through the living room. He moaned as his cock pulled him down the hall, past Miss Ashley's bedroom, to her bathroom.

She was in the shower, nude and slick. Her hands rubbing body was around her melons. Her wet, pink pussy was wide, and waiting.

The swimmer entered the shower. His cock drawn, as if by a magnet, to her flower. It entered her softly, its squelch muted by the soft falling water.

Miss Ashley looked imperiously down at Chad's wide-eyed face. She brought that face between her mammaries, and inserted a nipple into his mouth.

"Start sucking, young man," she smiled, adding, "You have a very long night ahead."

Chad moaned around her tit.

The shower session that followed, dwarfed, if any, the kitchen table.

Her pussy caressed, pumped, and milked cream from his cock. Chad squirted quantities he'd never imagined himself producing.

Her hands handled his firm, hard ass like Play-Doh. Her fingers plumbed his bunghole, reaming it like a thick cock. Her body mashed his against the warm tiles.

Chad's face buried into her pneumatic udders, one tit or the other thrust into his mouth.

He nursed like a six month old; her milk tasted of honey, like her cum.

The young swimmer could not do much in the shower, except moan, roll his eyes in ecstasy, hold on, and cum. Miss Ashley did all the work. She tired, eventually, of the shower, and the two nude, wet, and writhing bodies stopped.

Chad, mouth still full of tit, gazed up at Miss Ashley, awed and cowed. No trace of smug remained. Miss Ashley's face held all the smug; the smirk of a woman in complete and utter control.

She removed her tit from his mouth and stepped back. Chad's cock slurped softly out of her pussy. A gush of cum flowed down her legs, quickly washed down the drain.

Chad stood against the wall, open-mouthed, with a slight tremble to his body. Water ran in rivulets down his form. His hard, veined cock jutted ninety degrees, straining towards the Aphrodisian teacher. A few squirts of cum bulleted out and splattered the wet tiles.

"Well," she sneered, "Your performance has been adequate so far, young man, but let's see how you do in the bedroom."

She grabbed his cock and led him out of the shower. Chad whimpered, struggling to keep up.

In her pink bedroom, on her pink California king-sized bed, Miss Ashley lay on her back, as Chad pumped her. In spite her supine position, Cythera Ashley's dominance was extremely obvious.

Chad worked his hips and torso hard. The strain on his face contrasted with the amused look on hers. She lay still, except for a ripple of her belly, and a lick of her lips.

She allowed this young man a few more squirts, before giving him a few moment's rest. Then she flipped him on his back, and let her walls milk more cum. His grunts, moans, and sighs, elicited more chuckles.

"Such a callow young man," she giggled.

In the end, Chad lay on his back, cum and sweat-soaked, nude and shiny. Miss Ashley lay by his side.

Her hand hovered, playfully, over his cock, tracing gesticulations which his rod followed. The young swimmer watched his out of control cock in shock. He turned his head to Miss Ashley, wondering what this witch (?) had in store next.

Miss Ashley answered his unspoken question.

"Well, young man. Your performance was... satisfactory."

"P-p-please... M-M-Miss Ashley..."

"Beg all you want, young man. I do not take kindly to blackmail. Your impudence has cost you your cock. I own it now."

"W-w-what are you going to do to me?"

"I've already done it, young man. For the moment, I'll let you rest, and then you can go home. But you are at my beck and call from now on. We'll see about your grade tomorrow."

Chad whimpered.

****

It was nearly eleven at night, when Chad staggered through the door. His father was still up. He wasn't happy. He'd had enough of his son slacking off and endangering his scholarship.

"I... uh... went to Miss Ashley," Chad answered to his Dad's question. "I wanted to see if she'd give me a second chance. She said yes but I had to cram for it. She let me study in her kitchen."

Chad's father looked at his son. Yes, his son looked tired and nervous, maybe a little shifty, but Chad's Dad was a man distracted by work. Plus Cythera Ashley's reputation was stellar. Prim, proper, not so much a whisper of scandal. Quite the opposite in fact.

"Well, it's good our school has teachers like her, who take extra care of our students son, but call ahead next time. Your mother and I were worried. She's still up. I'll tell her you're home. Get some sleep."

"Yes sir." Chad went upstairs, his gait quieter, his father noted, than he normally walked.

"She must have been really tough on her," he thought.

Cythera's reputation as a disciplinarian looked well-earned.

Chad went to his bed and stripped. He lay naked, not bothering to get under the covers. He looked down. His cock was limp, finally. Everything from his upper legs to his lower torso ached. The most grueling swim competitions never did him in like this.

She fucking shagged me raw. His last thought before his eyes closed, "What was it worth?"

She gave him a B plus.

Epilogue

Twenty-year-old Chad Bradley stood in the shower, rinsing off. The qualifiers were over. He'd performed excellently. His prospects for making the national team were assured. After that, the Olympics.

The two years since high school were very good to Chad. His body, if any, was more cut than ever. His social life, vibrant, with colleagues of both sexes vying for the attentions of the young Adonis.

While Chad's cock was well-serviced in that aspect, one person, above all others, commanded its attention; evidenced by the wave of arousal, and aforementioned member stiffening to iron-hardness.

Chad turned with a grin, following his cock's compass to view the assistant dean, leaning against the wall; tall, blonde, nude, and wet, with a very smug smile.

"I heard you came first in the finals, young man. I believe some congratulations are in order, hee hee."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress," Chad smiled and, letting his cock guide him, went to receive his extra credit.

The End