B

"Well, I think people may notice if I go from E to an A, don't you?" she asked, walking over to him. "I think a B would be nice though. Nice in more ways than one." The meaning of a "B" grade seemed to swim into his mind, and he realized just what it meant. His cock throbbed in anticipation as he watched Melissa cross the room, standing before the desk. She raised her cheer skirt, her fingers peeling the fabric of the attached panties aside to expose her shaved pussy. Apparently she had been anticipating the test score, because it looked freshly shaved. "Do you think I could be a B student, Mr. Atlas?"

"Yeah, I think so," Matt said, reaching out with one hand and touching the smooth flesh between Melissa's legs. It was the first time he had seen, let alone touched a live pussy, but he had seen enough porn to know what he was doing. He watched as the unfamiliar hand reached out, fingers pressing, then parting the cheerleader's labia, slipping up to rub her clit. As he did, her hands went to his pants, grasping the zipper and pulling it down, then slipped between the fabric of the teacher's pants and underwear.

"Wow, you're really excited this time," she said, pulling his hard cock out. "You're bigger than before."

Matt looked down, and couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. His own cock was longer and thicker than his teacher's. "I guess so," he mumbled as he instinctively brought his hips closer, the tip of his cock touching the hot flesh his fingers still caressed. Melissa sat on the desk, her hand holding his cock, guiding it as the tip slid inside her, and Matt moved his fingers, mesmerized by the sight. His hands went to her waist, holding her skirt up so he could see their connection clearly, moving his hips forward. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into Melissa's tight, hot, wet body.

"Oh, Mr. Atlas, that feels so good," Melissa purred, moving her hands to the desk behind her, letting Matt take over. He kept moving slowly, hardly believing what was happening, but loving every bit of sensation as his cock sank entirely into her pussy. "Mrs. Atlas must not have given you any last night."

"No," Matt replied honestly as memories floated to the forefront of Mr. Atlas' mind - memories of his wife going to bed early, of watching porn, of masturbating bitterly before going to bed. With amusement, Matt could even remember what Mr. Atlas had daydreamed of as he lay in bed next to his wife. Sara, the head cheerleader, apparently one of the girls he had been unable to bribe into sex.

His hands moved as he slid his cock in and out of Melissa, going to the bottom hem of her shirt and pushing the tight fabric up. He really wanted to see her breasts, even though this was far from the romantic encounter he had always imagined his first time would be. Melissa giggled, but let him do the work as she leaned back a bit further on the desk.

Her breasts were exactly as he had imagined, her nipples a bit larger maybe, but even without a bra, firm and proud. Matt gripped her breasts and massaged their flesh as his hips moved faster, the sound of his flesh striking hers echoing in the empty classroom. "That's it, Mr. Atlas, fuck me. Fuck your cheerleader slut," Melissa encouraged.

Matt could feel his orgasm approaching along nerves that were not really his. His hands moved back to her hips, his thrusting speeding up yet again, making Melissa's ass slide on the desktop. He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, but he couldn't tell if it was a conscious act, or if her orgasm was approaching as well. Then the question answered itself as her pussy squeezed harder than before, and she threw her head back, crying out her pleasure as body started trembling. The pulses were now almost painful as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, and it drove Matt over the edge. His cock started to spasm, the sensitive tip feeling hot liquid spurt out, filling Melissa's young and probably fertile womb. He held deep inside her, instinctive desperation taking over as his orgasm crested, then ebbed.

As he stood there, in front of his teacher's desk, occupying his teacher's body, looking down at the student he (the teacher) had just fucked, he wondered if there was any limit to what he could do. He jumped back into his own body, currently sitting in chemistry class, and checked his memory. Apparently he had participated in several discussions, none of which had anything to do with his recent experience, or his new knowledge of what at least one cheerleader would do to boost her grades.

Matt sat there, listening to the lecture while his body reacted to the memories of what he had done with Melissa, his memories duplicating during the time he had taken over Mr. Atlas, and wondered how many other students the teacher had done the same thing with. Maybe he should find out, as long as he had this ability. Then again, maybe there were other secrets that he could discover too.