The Perfect Teacher
"Sonny, what can you tell me about electrons?"
"Electrons are the molecules which build an
"Well, that's a good start. Monday, class, I want
you to give me five reasons why life can't exist in the universe
without electrons. I also want a list of their basic
characteristics, and who first discovered electrons, keeping in
mind that I'm referring to the 1905 discovery, not subsequent
enumerations. I know it's your favorite, so give me a brief
explanation of chapter 12, Matter And Energy And The
Electromagnetic Spectrum. And, if you give me a verbatim
textbook answer, don't bother turning it in. I don't want to see
any more internet downloads turned in as YOUR original work.
Somebody put a lot of work into rehashing old explanations that
worked just fine a hundred years ago and needed no elaboration.
So give them credit where it's due, it's all they will get for
A series of groans filled the classroom.
Simon Adams closed his books, ordered his notes,
and put them all into his briefcase. He was in a hurry, he had a
weekend in Aspen planned. For the first time in a long time, he
was going solo. He was tired of bringing a date to Aspen, only
to find the she really didn't like skiing; she was having her
period, her tooth ached, or any one of a dozen other excuses for
staying in the hotel room and fucking, rather than going skiing.
Hell, if he wanted to fuck, he could grab a girl from class.
Simon looked up and flinched guiltily. Melody was
still sitting in her seat, watching him closely. So what did she
want? She had a very strange and expectant look on her face.
Had he forgotten something? If so what, he wondered as he looked
her over? He suddenly saw something wrong, very wrong. Melody
was wearing a short plaid skirt. He had noticed this earlier in
the day, of course, Melody had a killer body that demanded
notice. She was following the new Britney Speers fad of a plaid
skirt, white blouse, and pig tails. Anybody would take notice of
Melody in such an outfit. What he hadn't seen earlier, was the
fact that she was wearing no panties.
He felt his cock hardening in his pants as he
surveyed the sweet little slut. Her legs were open, a clear
invitation. She had a cute pussy, if you could call a pussy
cute. A pussy was a lot like a newborn child, everyone looked at
the ugly red, sniveled-up baby on the bed and said, "wow, how
cute," even though it looked like a used tampax with eyes.
"Hi, Melody," he said carefully.
"Hi Mister Adams," she said in a sweet, girlish
voice designed to go along with her outfit.
"Is there something that I can do for you,
"I can think of a lot of things, Mister Adams, but
I wanted to talk about my grade. I'm failing your class."
"Your work is substandard, even for this lazy bunch
of students. You rarely show up, and you seldom pay attention
when you do show up. You talk constantly, completely
disregarding anything I have to say. Do you think that could
have anything to do with it?"
"Sure, but can we... negotiate?" she asked with a
shy smile. Her left leg bounced open and closed slowly, drawing
attention to her soft thighs and slightly-mounded young
"No," he said with a voice of doom. "If you want
to make out, you are looking at the wrong person. If you want to
have sex, I might be interested. But if we do, I can't promise a
better grade. The two are not synonymous."
"Ouh, you're tough. I got a B in Math."
"Are you planning on fucking your way through
school, Melody?" he asked, being brutally frank.
"Yes sir," she said with a sly smile.
"Well at least you're honest. But, right now I am
off for a fun-filled weekend in Aspen. I should be going
"Do you have a date?"
"No, that's why my weekend will be fun-filled. I'm
going solo. Have you ever seen the girls at Aspen, Melody?"
"Most are hot, most are stinking rich, and most can
fuck your eyes out without even trying. Can you compete with
"I don't know, I'll try," she said, getting to her
Simon felt a cold knot fill the pit of his stomach.
He was treading on thin ice. If Melody tried to use this against
him, it would be his word against hers. But she may have some
devious plan in mind. If he took her up on the offer, he must
cover all the bases. She was hot enough to be barely worth the
danger. In fact she did look a lot like Britney Speers in that
outfit. A very lot.
"I bet I can make you forget all about your trip,"
she said, sliding up on the unused corner of his desk.
"I bet you can't."
"If I do, will you bring my grade up one mark?"
"No, Melody, I won't. I told you, if I raise your
grade, it will have nothing to do with sex.
"I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about a
"Really? What is your portion of the wager?"
"A blowjob?" she asked hopefully. She had her leg
bent. Her skirt slid down her leg showing a magnificent ass
cheek and the puckered lips of her pussy.
"Oh, I see. So you want a blowjob and you want me
to wash your car?"
"My car is one of the first 600 Austin Healy
convertibles to roll off the assembly line. If you touch my car
I will sue you."
"Ow, lighten up. So what do you want?"
"Since you're centered on sex, I will make a sexual
wager. I will give you 30 minutes to make me forget my trip.
If, at the end of that thirty minutes, I find myself wishing I
had gone, I want you to find a lesbian lover, bring her to my
house on Sunday night, and make love to her while I fuck the hell
out of you. If you succeed, I will raise your grade two points.
Now, are you willing to put your mouth where your mouth is?"
"Holy shit," she gasped with a shocked look. A
satisfied smirk lit his face as he closed the briefcase and
prepared to leave. He had seen her ace and beat her with two
"So you're backing out?" he asked, watching the
amazement on her face.
"Hell no, that's no bet, that's a typical date for
me. Are you ready?"
"I..." Simon was at a loss. The mere thought of
her doing as he had asked, was almost grounds for raising her
grade on the spot. But no, she had to earn it.
"Sure," he said, but held up a hand. "First I'm
locking the door."
She giggled and raised her knee even more,
displaying all of her earthly treasures. She was a hot little
bitch. A compact little beauty that liked to fuck. Now that he
thought about it, she would make a great date, and possibly a
girlfriend. She was almost as wild as he was. He had seen her
bouncing from boy to boy. She usually went where the money was.
That, in turn, was usually the resident drug dealer.
Unfortunately, they all landed in jail, leaving her high and dry.
What she needed was a more mature man with inherent wealth. She
needed somebody like... him.
He turned and looked at his desk. Melody was now
naked from the waist up. Her tits were fantastic. One of the
drawbacks of being a science/biology teacher, is he was
intimately familiar with the makeup of a typical human female
breast. He knew they consisted of a mass of disgusting yellow
fat, tubes, and blood vessels, surrounded by a thin layer of
skin. But rarely, such as in this case, he ran into a set of
breasts so awesome, that it didn't matter.
"My God, those can't be real," he whispered as he
"Oh yes they can," she took one breast into her
hand and licked it. She looked at him and smiled, while holding
it out for his enjoyment. He gasped as he approached her, leaned
against the desk and took both breasts into his hands.
"Wow, now that's a set of breasts," he said, duly
"It gives a man something to hold onto, while he's
fucking the hell out of me from behind."
"It certainly does," he said, looking over the rest
of her body.
"I've had my eye on you since your Junior year,
Melody. I've often fantasized about a moment like this."
"Me too. You are the most athletic, and best
looking teacher at school. I wondered how long you could fuck
me. I've never had multiple orgasms."
"And you won't now, in half an hour. The clock is
"Right," she said, sliding off the desk. She
turned him and sat him in her place, on the edge of the desk.
Her hands fumbled at his zipper. She had trouble getting his
throbbing cock out of his pants, so she undid the catch and
yanked them down. She fished his large cock out of his
underwear, and took the time to enjoy it. It was just under
seven inches, more than adequate for most jobs. Simon quickly
stepped out of his pants, he didn't want them to impede his
progress if he needed to move fast.
"Wow," she said, holding his cock in one slender
white hand. She stroked it briefly as she examined it closely.
"I'll never be happy with BOYS again," she said with a smile.
"Me either. Six minutes has passed," he said in a
detached voice. It was all an act. Inside he was seething with
impatience. He wanted to feel her hot lips around the shaft of
his cock. It was literally straining to reach her mouth, only a
few inches away. He felt like thrusting his cock forward and
holding her head, while he fucked the hell out of her sweet red,
designer lipstick. But he simply waited.
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