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The Bad Student [ShyRPer and brenda brunette]

brenda brunette

brenda brunette

Super-Earth
Joined
May 21, 2017
Location
Wisconsin
Juliana Avery looked at the classroom clock. 3:16. She had asked her student to meet her in her classroom after school. She hated to be the bearer of bad news, but he had to be told. School was nearly out. Besides, she also wanted to offer to help him over the summer, so he would have an easier time next year.

Ms. Avery was the teacher all the high school boys couldn't help but look at. Fresh out of college, she was hardly older than the students at Middlebore High. She had straight brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Her face was pretty, with full, pouty lips. She had legs which one boy said, "went on for days." But her most prominent feature was her bust. There really wasn't a top which could do an adequate job of hiding her 36DD's. Of course she tried. Today she wore a modest blue top which didn't leave much of her breasts exposed, even if it did hug them. She also wore a blue skirt which fell just past mid thigh and a pair of sensible shoes. She was on her feet most of the day, after all.

She glanced at the clock on the wall again. 3:18.

Where was he?
 
Sherman Rodgers was a jock and loved football more than anything in the world except for perhaps pornography. His junior year at Middlebore High had become a combination of extreme fun because the football team had come within one game of a state title and total bore because he was in danger of having to take summer school to stop from repeating junior year. Being a jock, he didn't even think repeating a year was possible once you passed middle school.

Not even the thought of having Ms. Avery again as his teacher was worth repeating and missing out on making the football team next year. He knew he could only play, if he dramatically improved his performance in the classroom beginning with the classroom of Ms. Avery. He was distracted by his phone as he stood by his locker in the hall across the building from her classroom when he noticed he was running really late. Speed was one of his assets on the football field and he used that to run across the building to get to her classroom.

Knocking on the door, he found it ajar and it opened with his powerful knock. Stepping inside, Sherman shut the door and looked across the room at Ms. Avery. "Sorry for being tardy, do I get a fifteen yard penalty?" he chuckled as he pulled up his baggy black jeans and took off his baseball cap and shoved it into his backpack, which he took off his shoulder. "Can't you just give me a higher grade so that I can avoid summer school, Ms. Avery?" he inquired with the busty woman as he walked to a desk in front of the room to sit down. He dropped his backpack onto the adjoining desk and put his phone on vibrate before also placing it on the adjoining desk.

"I'm a jock and if I play next year, we are destined to make the title game and maybe even bring home that trophy!" he thought she would be more useful bent over her desk than sitting behind it as he spoke to her.
 
"Sherman," Juliana said, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice, "it isn't that simple. It's not just my class you're failing, it's all of them. At this point you're going to have to face reality: You're gong to have to repeat your junior year."

She paused, letting that sink in.

"We can sign you up for summer school. You can get some credits which will take some of the pressure off of you next year."
 
"What? How? Is it because I committed a penalty that cost us the game?" Sherman was outraged. Nobody had told him it was that bad. He still felt bad that he had penalty called on him that prevented them from winning the last game of the season.

"I don't believe you. Maybe you don't have the brains to be a good teacher? Look at you. You look like a porn star, not a teacher!" Sherman spoke as he gestured to his own chest and made a cupping motion to mock how she had such big breasts that could be cupped.

"Bet you fucked your way through college, Ms. Avery?" Sherman just laughed as he sat before her.
 
"Sherman, calm down," she said. She was suddenly aware of just how big and strong he was. "There's no need to be crude. This has nothing to do with your performance on the field. It has to do with your performance in the classroom. I can show you your grades, if you like."
 
Sherman begins to sit a little sideways in the desk when she tells him to calm down and accuses him of being crude. "You can, that would be great," Sherman has calmed down as he speaks and starts to get up. His baggy jeans snag on the desk causing him to lose his balance and he begins to tumble towards the floor. He is just where he wanted to be because now she will have to come around to see, if he is alright.
 
Juliana jumped up immediately and ran to his side.

"Oh, my god! Are you all right?" she asked. She doubted anyone was in the building to lend any kind of assistance. She prayed she didn't have to call 911.
 
As he saw her legs beside him as he pretended to be hurt, Sherman smiled and grabbed for her. "I'm better now," he barked as he got her off balance to join him on the floor.

"How are you, Ms. Avery?" Sherman then asked. He had her pinned to the floor as he straddled her waist. He had managed to force her arms above her head in the process of sitting a top her body.

He licked his lips as his eyes moved south from her face to her neck and then chest.
 
"Sherman!" she gasped. "Oh, my god, Sherman. What are you doing?"

She felt helpless. Trapped. She tried to wriggle out from under him, but she couldn't.

"Sherman, let me up. We can talk."
 
"I'm not doing summer school to become a senior," Sherman said as he fit both of her wrists into a single hand so he had one free hand.

"I'm going to do you to become a senior!" Sherman smiled and slapped her across the face making sure to smack her on the cheek hard enough to turn it red for rest of the afternoon.

Then he grabbed her right tit through her blue top and the bra underneath to give it a rough squeeze.
 
She screamed when he slapped her, and again when he grabbed her breast.

"Oh, Sherman! Don't! You don't have to do this," she pleaded. "You don't have to do this! Think -- think of your future, Sherman."

She tried not to tremble. She was terrified. He was big enough and strong enough to do anything he wanted with her.

And there was nothing she could do about it.
 
"My..." he was about to repeat what she had said when he decided to make her pucker up by kissing her on her full and pouty lips. His hand never left her wrists but the one at her breast did leave it to go to her other breast.

When he broke off the kiss, he had a good reply to her, "I like my future for the next hour because I'm going to do you Ms. Avery!" he said with authority as he squeezed her left tit through her clothing.
 
"Nooo!" she cried, tears coming to her eyes. "Please, Sherman, don't do this! Just....just walk away. I won't tell a soul!" She broke into sobs.
 
Hoping he had her scared, he continued to feel up her chest as he pinned her arms up and over her head. Then his hand snaked down her body to start hiking up her skirt. "Spread your legs, Ms. Avery!!!!" he sounded determined for the first time in long time. He could easily go between lifting her skirt and pushing his baggy jeans off.
 
He was now in charge and when she refused to open her legs, he decided to bite her on a breast. It was through her clothing so it probably felt like he was just trying to suck on it. He also wasn't exactly trying to do any damage. Just wanted to intimidate her and get her to open her legs or at-least stop pressing them together. His hand kept working her skirt up as he did that with his mouth.
 
"Ahh!" she cried out as he bit her. "Stop it!"

Her resolve to keep her knees together was strong, but her muscles not so much. She was beginning to lose out to him.
 
He had bitten her pretty good. He knew it could've been much worse had she been naked. Power on his side, he decided to grab her crotch through what little of her skirt remained below her waist as he had hiked it up pretty good. He now had her by the wrists in one hand and by the crotch in his other hand.

"Stop what?" he asked. "Stop touching you!" he said with anger. "No way, Ms. Avery!" he said before biting her again in the same spot on her chest. The fingers at her crotch beginning to feel around to explore her covered vagina.
 
Julianna wailed and sobbed, horrified at what was happening to her. She was certain there was no one else in the building, no one to come to her rescue.

His bite brought a louder wail to her lips.
 
Hand under her skirt he felt around to find her panties and with a grunt he pulled on them. Once they were removed he had a nice gag for her mouth, but he kind of liked the thought of allowing her to scream and protest because her voice was pretty sexy.

He was also using his teeth to rip at her snug shirt and that allowed him to expose a little more of her cleavage in the process before he swiped at her cleavage with his moist tongue.
 
He let her get out her scream and then he shoved her panties in her mouth before slapping her across the face.

"Guess your legs don't go on forever after all!" he explained how he could now see that they did end at her thighs like everyone else.

Then he let her feel his hardness before he pulled it free from his underwear and touched it to her.

"Might want to reconsider failing me this year now!" he explained as he began to rape her and hoped she wasn't to dry to take him.
 
Pushing his thick young cock into his teacher was a great feeling. Her screaming into her own panties was also hot sight to him. "Shut up were alone now, Teach!" he taunted her as his hips rocked back and forward. He still had her arms pinned above her head as he squeezed one of her breasts while raping her.
 
She moaned and cried as he fucked her. Her body betrayed her, as her pussy was very wet despite her not wanting his attentions.

She could only hope he would give up before he came.
 
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