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School Was For Chumps

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SCHOOL IS FOR CHUMPS

 

School was for chumps! That is all I could think about as Mrs Driver sucked the class dry with lectures in a deep monotone voice.

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n style="mso-tab-count: 1">            “Zabradus took 1000 men to the Philippine Islands and conquered them in the space of a few months…” I cursed under my breath and peered across the room. It was sweltering. The room was like a furnace, and due to school standards, your uniform was black.

            Black absorbed heat. I had learnt that in the year 8. Zabradus was an interesting topic in History. It was about an Irish rebel that stood up to the King and killed thousands spreading gore and sorrow across the land. It seemed hard to make bad a tale like that, but Mrs Driver pulled it off well. Every word was like poison.

            I glared up at the school clock and sighed, it was 3:20. Twenty long minutes before the end of the school, this had been a very long day.

            I was in year 9, and the teachers seemed desperate to make us achieve a good grade for Sats exams. But I couldn’t understand why. Sats was a doss, and everyone new it.

            Mrs Driver had long frizzy blonde hair lapping over her tanned face. Her lips were permanently pouted and her eyes an electric blue. If you imagined her not talking, she would seem very attractive to a lot of males. For a moment I pitied her husband, but then I noticed it. I stared with interest at Mrs Drivers breast. You could see one of her nipples, perfectly clear, protruding from one side of her bra.

            Mrs Driver glanced at me, and re adjusted her bra. For a moment I thought she smiled. I turned a deep red, but was thankful that no one noticed. After that I seemed to have lost track of the world. What if Mrs Driver thought I was a perve? I couldn’t really care because I hated Mrs Driver. But it still is not nice to be thought of as a perve.

            A loud ringing burst into the room, and all the children bounced into life, quickly scooping their books into their bags.

            “Ok, Class Dismissed. I will see you tomorrow,” Mrs Driver smiled then opened the door.

            “Remember read chapters 2 –5 in your textbooks,” At this everyone filed out including me and headed towards the bus’.

           

 

 

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 History the next morning was last period again, Last period was always tiring and tedious, but this time, Mrs Driver had more of an attitude about it. As if trying to impress someone. Occasionally she would smile at odd times, modelling her perfect white teeth, and licking her lips seductively. Occasionally I would glance to the back of the room expecting to see a horny Inspector cumming in his pants, but only saw a blank dry wall.

            I was not sure what had brought on such a great mood, but all the boys in the class loved it. I have never remembered anyone pay so much attention to Mrs Driver. I somehow doubted they were listening to a thing she was saying however.

            Mrs Driver was 24, I know because she said she was born in 1981, and it was now 2005.  She married young and had had a kid at 16; work it out that means a 24 year old has an eight-year-old kid. I mean I’m 14 and my mum is pushing 50. So when I was eight my mum was 46. So it seems strange that a 24 year old can have an eight-year-old child. But anyway, I had heard on the news that a girl of 11 had just given birth so when her baby is eight she would only be 17. I liked Math. Only because I was good it, I was one of the brightest in my class. I was fantastic at English, because I am good at writing. And if you’re imaginative. Most things come easy to you.

            “James,” I jolted up in my seat.

“Yes miss,” I never really understood, but teachers took it as offence, if you didn’t call them, Miss, or Sir.

            “What did I just say?” Mrs Driver said licking her lips smiling.

“Ermmm,” I didn’t have a clue, but for some reason I felt compelled to retaliate. “Probably something like, Zabradus was a good man, he killed people, but you no, he was a good man,” I had impersonated her voice so well the class roared with laughter. Expecting Mrs Driver to thunder down on him like she did on many occasions he slumped in his chair, and winced. But when he opened his eyes Mrs Driver was blushing deeply, trying to calm the class that were now crying with joy.

            “Everyone calm down,” Mrs Driver snapped her fingers and glared across the classroom, as her eyes fell upon the class, the laughter died. Most teachers that were young were taken advantage of, but Mrs Driver always had full control. People new not to get in her bad books.

 

            “Now if we would all calm down, I would like to set you homework for the weekend…” The bell went off again drowning her voice, and simultaneously, everyone filled there bags and stood.

            “I don’t remember dismissing you,” Mrs Driver addressed the class, “I am trying to give you homework,”

            “Please Miss, we had coursework to hand in the other day,” A girl cried, the class agreed.

            “All right, everyone out,” The class filed out, but since I was the furthest from the door I was the last to leave, when I was about to leave a hand jutted out in front of me and pulled me back.

            “I need to speak to you,” Mrs Driver seemed serious, her voice monotone again.

            Jack, my friend peered around the door, “Shall I wait,” Jack and me lived in the neighbourhood. So we had to walk home from school, and we used to walk together, but today was different, “It’s alright, I’ll probably catch up with you,” At this Jack shrugged and made his way down the hall.

            “Sit down,” Mrs Driver pulled a seat in front of the desk and I sat down as instructed. Mrs Driver pushed a few items out of the way and perched her backside on the desk where for a brief moment I could see her knickers peering out from under her skirt, but she saw me looking so she crossed her legs. I felt so embarrassed; I thought I was going to die. Mrs Driver sighed then made her way to the door where she locked it with a key then pulled blinds across the door window, and the windows across the far wall. For a few moments the room was cast into darkness but then she switched the lights on and sat back down in her cross-legged position on the desk.

            On her left was a thick piece of paper with scrawled writing spread across it. It was my coursework from the week before; I stood up straight and noticed the bold red letter at the bottom of the paper. This letter was a U.

            F is a fail. So imagine what a U is, I didn’t no then, but it meant unclassified. The worst mark you can get, but back then all I new, was that it was bad.

            She scooped up the paper and glared over the top of it.

“This is your coursework,” Mrs Driver pointed to the test, “This, is a U,” At this point my heart was pounding.

            “Do you understand that to go to GCSE’S you must get an E or above, with a U, you cannot go anywhere,” I began to stammer.

            “What was wrong with it,” I protested.

“It wasn’t your work,” Mrs Driver mentioned coolly.

            “What do you mean?” I spat.

“Tom was sitting in front of you, and I saw you copy his work. So I have to give you a U. I would have mentioned in class but I wanted to save the humiliation.

            “I did not copy Tom, I swear on it,” I shook my head in disbelief.

“I saw you, so don’t lie to me,” Mrs Driver suddenly became forceful.

            “Can’t I re-sit it,” I tested.

“You can re-sit exams not coursework’s,”

            “Is there anyway I can get a better grade,” I felt as though I was going to cry.

“Yes, and that is what I want to talk to you about,”

            Mrs Driver uncrossed her legs and I saw her knickers again, but I tore my eyes away and stared her blankly in the eyes.

            “Do you find me attractive?” At that my heart stopped.

“What did you say?” I couldn’t believe what I had heard.

“Do you find me attractive?” Mrs Driver began unbuttoning her shirt revealing her bra.

            “Oh my god,” I felt my penis erect as she fully unbuttoned her shirt.

“I guess your kind of nice looking,” I didn’t really know what to say. I felt so scared.

            At this she slipped off the desk and fell to her needs. Where her head was at crotch height. I nearly gagged as she slowly undid my zipper.

            “Don’t you have a husband?” I muttered as I felt a finger stroke the end of my penis.

            “Yeh, but he is a bit of a dick, speaking of which,” Mrs Driver hooked my cock and slipped it out of my trousers. She massaged it gently while I just watched, she hesitated before slipping her tongue over the top of my cock, she slowly pushed on, she smiled as my cock suddenly turned rock solid, and she slowly began to move back and forth, her tongue cleaning the top of my dick. With her hands she unfastened her bra, I watched with excitement as her bra fell to the floor revealing a pair of the finest breasts I could have dreamed of, they were perfectly round and had large nipples. At this I felt myself cum, I knew the feeling because I had masturbated many times and it was a sensation I liked. White milky cum poured from the sides of her mouth, Mrs Driver smiled, gurgled the cum in the back of her throat then swallowed.

            “How does it feel?” Mrs Driver smiled.

I didn’t lie, “It feels fantastic, don’t stop. But she did, she stopped slapping her tongue against my cock and instead pulled down her skirt and knickers. Her pussy was shaved, it was fat and pink, and gently she pushed by middle finger up it and groaned relaxingly.

            “Have you ever had sex before,” Mrs Driver asked as she massaged her pussy.

“No, I haven’t,” I said blankly, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

            “Put your cock in my slit then,” For a moment I hesitated, and then pushed by body against hers, my cock fell to her slit and she smiled.

            “Now go back and forth,” It was a sensation like no other, I could feel my cock explode with cum as I eagerly moved back and forth, beaming as Mrs Driver started feeling her tits, letting out mild groans.

            “Yes,” She muttered over and over again. I grabbed her ass for support as I pushed harder and faster, trying to get my cock as deep into her pussy as possible. I saw cum, pour from her pussy as her msucles contracted around my penis.

"Ohhhhhhhh," Mrs Driver screamed as she thrusted her hips in rythum so my penis fully penetrated her.

            “Oh my god, this is fucking amazing,” I cried as she let me massage her tits.

“Will I get a pass for this,” I asked midway through a gigantic orgasm.

            “Does an A sound good,” Mrs Driver slipped my cock out of her pussy, and into her mouth, where she sipped the cum from my cock. For seven minutes she gave me a blowjob moving up and down deep throat style, occasionally gagging on a spurt of cum. Then after that she shoved me onto an empty desk and said, “Lie down,” I did as I was told. Then she stuck her asshole on the end of my cock, and slowly eased her self down, It was a struggle getting it up her tight ass, she seemed in pain, but when the cock was fully submerged, lodged in her ass, I tried with difficulty to move my cock up and down, my cock was overwhelmed, it started to hurt as more cum poured from it’s tip. I pushed her off me and she let out a scream of pain.

            “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“It’s not right, we can’t be doing this I am sorry,” Mrs Driver sighed then slipped her knickers on and fastened her bra, her face was covered in cum, which she wiped with a napkin on the side of the desk. A few minutes later fully clothed, I ran, I ran and didn’t stop till I was home, I never spoke of this again. But History was never the same.

Vodka is good

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I swung the door open, nearly snapping it off its hinges.

"For fuck sake, this day will never end," I screamed, throwing my schoolbag onto the sofa, in which an already tipsy older sister was sitting grumpily.

"Chad," My sister, Jenny protested, as she through the bag back onto the floor. "Do you no what day it is,"

I pondered on the thought for a while, recapping over what was so speacial about the day, except for the fact, it was the worst day I have ever had. It started with me missing the school bus, causing me to be late for school, and this was the third time this week, so i lost my lunchtime. The time which i was planning to scramble my essay tog

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ether. But of course i couldnt then, so i simply had to wait until i got my big fat juicy F, stamped onto my paper.

But when i thought this golden day could get no better, i travel over three miles on my bike aftershool to my girlfriends house, to find her fucking some older jock.

So here i was now, waiting to here the latest installment to my day.

"Its my birthday you dick," She cursed as she glanced up at me, "supose you didnt get me a present"

"Oh shit," I slammed my fists against my head in anger, "I am so sorry," Jenny was looking beauitiful tonight, she had long curled golden blonde hair, waving over her bronzed face in which the most sinister look of annoyence sat in her smile.She was wearing a wonderful golden dress, with diamond earings studded on each of her ears, matching the £600 pearl necklace that her millionaire boyfriend must have just bought her. My sister had just turned 21, and was a decent 5 years older than me.

I must say, seeing my sisters tits, held back so unfairly by her revealing dress, I for the fist time in my life started thinking about just how lucky her boyfriend was.

She sat up, with a bottle of vodka in her hands, and took a swig from the bottle.

"Your already pissed as it is, dont you think you should lay off the booze?" She sunk her eyes when he said this, and took anouther prolonged swig from the bottle. I could tell she was completly pissed and was not in a right state of mind.

Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep, right there on the spot. "Oh for christ sake," I cursed, mum and dad were upstairs and if they came down and sore her like this, she would get hell in the morning.

I grabbed her shoulders and tried to wake her up, but she didnt even flinch or stir.

"Jenny," I whispered into her here as not to wake mum and dad, "wake up," But she never replied.

She looked so beautiful when she slept, so peaceful, the funny thing was i could not take my eyes off her, and before i knew it, i had to give her a kiss goodnight. Just a gentle kiss on the cheek. When i saw she still didnt wake up, i moved onto the lips, then i thought, what the hell! What have i got to lose! So i shoved by tongue into her mouth and began massaging her tounge against mine, she still didnt wake up. I tore myself away form her mouth and still, she didnt even stir.

"Christ, shes out cold," I muttered, so i slowly moved my hand passed her pearl necklace and placed my hand under her dress and fondled with her tits. They felt so perfect so right, i had to have more. I knew what i was doing was sick and wrong. But i would never get this chance again.

I rolled her over and began undoing the laces holding her dress to her body, when they had all come off, i slowly tugged her dress over her head and stripped her naked, all apart form a pair of white panties that hid the ultimate treasure which i was going to have all for my self.

Her tits came free and i saw just how beautiful they were, i slowly placed my mouth on her right nipple, carefully checking to see if she woke up, but she didnt so i continued to suck like a new born baby. I was so hard by this point, i had to take it further, so i took down my trousers and i popped out my 9 incher, i held it in my hand, my heart pounding before slowly parting away her teeth and slipping it inside. She still didnt wake up. So i started to move back and forth, sadly, although the thrill of having my sister suck me off without even knowing, was a turn on, she wasnt actually sucking, so i took my cock out and planted one more french kiss on her, while i slowly tugged down her panties.

When i saw her bare pussy, my cock sprang to a whole new length, i had never been more turned on in my life. I had to have her, i took my cock and slowly edged it into her pussy, it was so tight and the walls contracted against my cock. It felt so good. I started to slowly move back and forth, and when i was assured that she was still asleep, i went a little faster. Her jusices began to flow form her pussy, and soft moans erupted from her mouth, although i was still fairly sure she was still asleep. I fondled her tits while pummeling her pussy at full whack, her necklace bounced in time with her tits as i slammed her again and again and again. But then my cock could take no more, i was going to cum, so i took out my cock and slammed it into her mouth where a stream of white cum erupted from my balls, filling her mouth.

But i was stil hard, i needed more, so i flipped her over until her bare ass protruded out to me, i took my cock and teased her ass gently, stroking my cock lovingly against her bare flesh. I fist of allstuck my finger in her pussy and finger fucked her for a while, when i had enough pussy juices to lubricate her anal, i slowly forced my cock into her ass, even tighter than her pussy, i slowly again moved back and forth, before reaching full throttle, but it wasnt long before my sisters ass had me cumming again, but this time i didnt take my cock out, i just let her ass over flow with my juices.

I took my cock out once more and put it to her mouth, where i rubbed her toungue against my cock to clean her own shit off. I carried on doing this, until for the first time in my life, i came for a third time in 1 night, unloading everything i had into her mouth, some dribbled out and formed a puddle at the top of her tits.

"Happy Birthday baby," I said as i released every last droplit into her mouth. I quickly put my trousers back on followed by putting her dress and panties back onto her. I smiled down.

"Tomorrow, im gunna get you so pissed, im gunna fuk you all night long," I kissed her once more on the lips before running off to bed.