Making The Grade

It was late after school when Wendy came into Mr. Peterson's office, smiling her usual seductive smile. The older man smiled. Pushing fifty, out of shape, balding... it was always a pleasure when a young and nubile student decided that she wanted to improve her grades without putting in a lot of brainpower.

"Ahhh... midterms," he sighed happily as Wanda smiled at him. Sometimes he wondered if she must just have a thing for older men... or maybe even for her father. Although a senior in high school, already sexually active at age 18, Wendy's father still thought she was his little angel. At back to school night he'd praised her constantly to Mr. Peterson... and even then Mr. Peterson had noticed their physical similarities. Ever since then, he'd made her call him "Daddy" during their little trysts... which came quit often. He'd gotten in the habit of giving very tough pop quizzes, to the dismay of his other students.

Wendy seemed to revel in it.

"Hello Mr. Peterson." she smiled demurely, slipping off the simple sweater and skirt that she had on. No underwear of course. Little slut.

"Come here," he demanded, breathing heavily. She knelt in front of him, offering her perky breasts up to his hands. He squeezed them tightly, kneading the bouncy flesh between his fingers as she moaned. Mr. Peterson know that she would already be wet, she always was... something about this entire situation turned her on immeasurably. But he liked to play with her body anyway, enjoying her firm flesh, her erect pink nipples.

Leaning forward, he caught one of those cherry buds between his teeth, listening to her breath hiss out as she thrust her chest forward. His dick pressed against the tight confines of his trousers.

"Alright little girl," he said, pulling away, "On the desk."

"Yes Daddy," she fluttered her eyes at him, leaning over so that he got a full view of her delicious ass and hanging tits. Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her hips at him as he fumbled with his pants.

Lining his turgid dick up with her pink pussy, already leaking pre-cum, he pushed forward. Both of them moaned as his dick slid deep into her tight wetness, the insides of her body clinging to him as he shoved the entire length of himself into her. Wendy's ass wriggled against his flabby stomach.

Grabbing hold of her hanging breasts, he pinched her nipples as he began to thrust in and out of her pussy, loving the fact that she was so much younger than him, innocent and pure with youth and yet seductive and slutty as well. Anyone looking in the window might have been shocked to see such a young beauty with a man more than old enough to be her father, his flabby body shaking as he plowed her from behind. His hands kneaded her breasts as he fucked her up against the desk, bouncing off of her rounded buttocks. Wendy supported herself on her forearms against his rough fucking, moaning as he used her body.

Then his dick pulled out of her and she whimpered, knowing what was coming next.

"Oh Daddy.... it huuuurts," she protested as he began to force himself into her tight ass.

"A is for ass," he caroled as her asshole clenched and released around him, giving his dick an erotic and dirty massage. He wasn't always in the mood for her ass, but sometimes it was just fun to make her even more of a slut. And even though she always protested at first, she always loved it too.

His balls slapped against her splayed pussy as he began fucking her tight ass, his hands never ceasing to squeeze her breasts. With his eyes half-closed, he grunted and thrust into her, enjoying the dryer, tighter feel of her back door. Wendy moaned with mingled pleasure and pain as her ass was invaded, her pussy on fire with need.

Resting her head on the desk, she reached down with one hand to being playing with her clit, her ass high in the air. Mr. Peterson ignored the young girl's movements, concentrating on taking his own pleasure from her body.

Wendy shrieked as his body slammed into hers, opening up her tight hole completely and delving deep into her darkness. Thick frothy cum began to spill into her body, and her asshole tightened around him as she began to orgasm, her fingers rubbing against her engorged clit. He left his dick in her ass, slowly softening as she continued to cum, watching the young beauty twitch and writhe in front of him.

Finally she sighed and relaxed in front of him, and Mr. Peterson pulled his dick from her tight ass.

"Well Wendy, I do believe that you're going to do very well this semester, especially if you're always coming in for extra help like this," Mr. Peterson smiled as he patted her ass. Wendy smiled back at him in a dreamy kind of way, still bent over as she caught her breath.

"Thank you for helping me out Mr. Peterson."

He watched contentedly as she put on her clothes and walked out the door, cum starting to slide out of her asshole and down her creamy thighs. It was always good to love your job.