C

Melissa licked her lips, glancing down at Mr. Atlas' pants and seeing the bulge Matt could feel. "I... I need a good grade, but I can't do... I mean, I'm not on the pill right now, and I'm at my most fertile, so I can't do that..."

"C it is," Matt said, walking over to his desk chair and pushing it back, motioning her to approach. Melissa walked over, kneeling down as she approached the desk, crawling on her hands and knees , looking up at him with a seductive gaze.

"Yes, sir," she murmured as he spread his legs, letting her crawl between them. She reached up and grasped the front of Mr. Atlas' pants, her fingers locking onto the zipper tongue and pulling it down with exquisite slowness, each tooth detaching individually until it reached the bottom. The girl licked her lips and pulled his cock out. Matt was amused to see his teacher had a cock both thinner and a bit shorter than his, but his amusement was short lived as Melissa's mouth engulfed his cock. "Oh, god," he moaned as he felt the hot, wet sensation slide down his cock, watching as the cheerleader bobbed her head up and down on his lap. His hands went instinctively to the sides of her head, guiding it up and down as she tilted her head so she could look up at him as she sucked.

He could only groan, struggling not to cum under her obviously expert ministrations, but losing the fight. This was his first sexual experience with someone other than himself, let alone the first experience in another person's body, and it was clear Melissa had learned what to do - her tongue swirled around the head of his cock with each upward movement. "I'm... I'm..." he groaned, trying to warn her.

Instead of pulling her mouth clear, however, she pushed her head down hard, and Matt groaned as the tip of his cock hit the back of Melissa's throat. He started cumming, the thick fluid spurting down the girl's throat as she swallowed as fast as she could, looking up into his eyes.

She continued to suck his cock until the final drops of semen leaked onto her tongue, and she pulled her head away, licking her lips. "You really wanted that, huh?" she asked, "you didn't even ask to see my boobs."

"Yeah, well I knew you needed a better grade, and I just wanted to help you out," Matt panted in Mr. Atlas' voice. "Maybe next time."

Melissa stood and winked at him, pulling her shirt up in a flash, exposing exquisite breasts with tiny pink nipples topping them, and just as fast pulling her shirt down. "Do you need an excuse for your next class?"

"No," she replied. "Coach Deacon isn't expecting the alternate cheer squad until next period, so I had study hall this period."

"Al... alternate squad?"

"Yeah, Coach bumped me to alternate squad cause he thought I needed extra training - if you know what I mean," she replied, smiling and wiping her mouth. "You didn't think you were the only teacher who wanted a piece of this, did you?" she asked, turning and unlocking the door, not even waiting for Matt to put his cock away before leaving the room.

Bemused, Matt put his cock away, wondering how many teachers she'd convinced to give her higher grades, then jumped into his own body currently in chemistry. No test here, but a lecture, one he realized he could remember word for word, at the same time remembered the sensation of Melissa's mouth sliding up and down his cock, which twitched in his pants as if it remembered too.