Extra Credit

My heart raced as Mr. Pool, my college Biology teacher, passed back our mid-terms. I had studied all night for the test, and was the last one to leave when I took it. I did not know though if that was good or bad. I cringed as I thought about it, and closed my eyes. I took in a few deep breaths and opened my eyes. I gulped as I saw my test on my desk. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I slowly turned the answer sheet over. I groaned as my heart sank low in my chest. I had failed. It was the lowest score that I had ever gotten on a test. I felt like crying and wedged the test into my science book. I couldn’t concentrate after that, and would look back at the grade every few seconds. Biology was not my greatest strength, and I was now in trouble. I had received a letter from the school, stating that if I did not pass this term, I would be kicked out. And since I did not what that to happen, I needed to find a way of boost up my performance. After class was over for the day, I raced towards the exit and waited for my teacher to arrive at his office.

“Karlie.” Mr. Pool smiled as he walked slowly to his door. “What can I do you for?” he asked. He opened his office door and we both stepped inside.

“I would like to talk to you about my grade.” I told him, taking a seat next to his desk. “I would like to know what it is for the class---so far.”

“Let’s take a look, shall we.” he smiled and began to go down his student roster. As I waited, I looked down at what he was wearing. A casual black tee shirt covered his torso, and loose baggy jeans rested against his hips. He wasn’t like any of the other teachers in the science field. He was laid back, and would hang out with students at the college clubs. He was also good for a laugh, and knew just what to do when you had a problem. This was my second time having him for a teacher, and I liked him (in a student/teacher sort of relationship. Nothing else). “You have,” he told me, looking at my name and grade. “A ‘D’.”

“Is there any way that I can raise my grade?” I asked.

“You know I do not give out extra credit.” he said, glancing down at me.

“I know. But I will do anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, giving me a weird look.

I nodded. “Yes. If I get below a C average this term, I will get kicked out.”

“Oh, dear.” he cried. “Well, I don’t want that to happen. No student should be kicked out for that reason. Well, let me think about it and I will contact you soon. Okay?”

I nodded again. “Thank you sir.” I smiled, getting up from my seat. “Have a good day.” I called, exiting out of Mr. Hall’s office.

“You too.” he called back with a smile.

I waited patiently for my teacher’s e-mail about the extra credit. I really wanted to do it so badly, that I even picked out a few topics to write about. I didn’t really want to bother him in class about it. But he smiled at me when I walked in, and I smiled back. I heard back from him on Wednesday. I was playing around on my computer when I got the e-mail from him. Since the sound was on, it notified me and I went straight to my inbox.

“Dear Karlie,” I began to read the message. “I have taken a lot of thought to what you said to me about more work. And again I think it is great you want to improve your grade. Please meet me after class on Friday, in my office. Wear something comfortable, but also dressy. You will be given a speech about the human body. The speech will not be in depth, so you don’t have to study too hard. I will be looking forward to your speech, and will see you Friday. All the best…Mr. Taylor Pool.”

I sank into my chair. I was not ready for a speech. I didn’t even know if I had to present it to just him, or to the science department. I didn’t sweat about it too much though; all I thought about was my project I had to do. I spent the rest of the next two days studying for my speech. I even wrote down some important notes on some cards. I was ready for this,(?) but I was not ready for my speech. When Friday came around, I felt like I was going to throw up. I sat in the back so Mr. Pool would not see me, and buried my head in my notes. I knew he was looking at me throughout class, but I ignored his glares. However, when class had ended, I could not ignore his glares anymore. I waited till everyone was out of the classroom before I left. Mr. Pool was out before me, and I followed him to his office. I kept a good pace though. I didn’t want to get there right as he did. I wanted for him to have some time to himself, but I also knew he was waiting for me.

“Come in.” he smiled as I finally reached his door five minutes later. I had stopped at the girl’s bathroom to freshen up. “You look nice.” his smile got bigger as he looked down at what I was wearing.

I was in a dark blue plaid skirt, held together with a thick belt. I had two shirts on; one was a blue undershirt, with lace down at the bottom. And the other was a long see through black one. I was wearing black heel boots that went with it, and I topped it off with my hair in a messy bun. “Thank you.” I said, giving him a nervous smile as he shut the door.

“Shall we get started then?” he asked, sitting down behind his desk.

“Sure.” my voice cracked. I was now more nervous than ever, and I had to get out my note cards.

“I see you made notes.” he folded his hands in front of him, and leaned up against his desk. “You don’t need those. So you can put them away.”

“I don’t?” I question.

“Nope. Just stand up and just do what I tell you, okay?”

“Okay.” I said, questioning what kind of work he was going to make me do.

He smiled and came around his desk, and sat on the edge. “Now then, I am going to point to some places and you will name them. Your grade for this credit will reflex on how you do within the time you are here. Okay?” I nodded, and Mr. Pool’s smile got bigger. “Great, let’s begin.”

“The forehead.” I told him, as he placed a finger on my head. He then moved it down the bridge of my nose, and stopped at the tip. “The nose.”

“Good.” he praised me, and moved to my left eye.

“The eyes. And the mouth.” I said, as he moved his finger to my mouth. His smile got bigger and he parted my lips, sliding it into my open mouth.

“Suck on it.”

“What?” I gasped, removing my teacher’s finger from my mouth.

“Suck on it. I want to see how well the muscles in your tongue are.” he confirmed. I didn’t do it. I felt like this was going too far, even for me. When I didn’t suck on his dirty digit, he sighed. “Do you want to improve your grade?” he asked. I nodded my head again. “Then suck.” he gave me an evil smirk, and I had to obey him. “But this time it is the thumb.”

I took in a deep breath in as my teacher brought his hand towards my mouth. His smirk got bigger, and I opened my mouth and began to suck on his thumb. I didn’t know how long I was sucking on it, but he was now caressing my cheek. I knew something was wrong, and I didn’t know where he was going with this. I heard him let out a moan, and I decided to stop; he was starting to enjoy this.

“Very good.” he told me, as he gave me a wink. “Now, what is this?” he asked, and he stepped closer to me.

“Um…” my mind was drawing a blank. He had his body pressed up against mine, with his hand resting in my left breast. “The…”

“The what?” he breathed, squeezing the fat between his hand. I let out a gasp and pulled away. “Come on Karlie, don’t be like that.” he laughed. I didn’t say anything; I just covered my chest, and sat in a chair. “Oh…” he gasped, just now realizing something. I wanted to say that he just realized what he was doing was wrong. But he didn’t. Instead, he realized something else. “This is your first time being touched by the opposite sex, isn’t it?” I sniffled as I nodded. “Well, I’ll be more gentle.” and he replaced his hands on my breasts. “Now what are these?” I didn’t reply. I was too in shock by where Mr. Pool’s hands were that I didn’t want to talk. “Come, come, Karlie. What are these?” he asked again, moving both his hands into my shirt.

“Breasts!” I gasped; feeling his cold hands slide down under my shirt.

“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can get a look at them, shall we?” He then led me over to the closet door, and opened it. I almost started bawling as I saw the mirror. I wanted to stay strong, and not show fear. He then took my layers of clothes off, and just left me in my skirt and bra. “You have very nice breasts.” Mr. Pool breathed down my neck, sliding his hands all over me. I lowered my head away from the mirror, but he brought it up so I could see myself.

“Mr. Pool---”

“Call my Taylor.” he said, planting a short kisses on my shoulder.

“Please stop.” I begged, but he didn’t.

“What’s wrong? I thought you said you would do anything for extra credit.”

“I did. But not this.” I cried. “Please stop.”

“Come on. Don’t you want to stay in school? Just think of it as if you are doing it for your education.” I saw his reflection smirk and I gulped.

I didn’t know what to do it now. He had me wrapped in his arms, and I felt defenseless, my whole world around me was falling to pieces right in front of me. I wanted to scream for help, but I knew he would clamp his hand over my mouth within seconds. He was a very strong man for his age, and I knew he could strangle me if I yelled. I gasped as I felt his tongue glide over my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I tensed up, and froze. I didn’t know what came over me now, and I soon felt his hand start to slide down my back to my bra clamp. I screamed as I felt him unhook it, and I caught my bra before it fell from my shoulders.

“Don’t be shy.” Taylor breathed. He had his hands on the base of my bra, and was trying to tear it away from my grasp. “Let’s see how big they are. Extra points for every cup size.” he snickered, and I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks. “That’s a good girl.” he smiled. I didn’t want to, but I let him see my naked torso. I lowered my head again as he started massaging them, and I heard him laugh. “You have such soft breasts, Karlie. Really big too. What size are you?” he asked.

I gasp as he squeezed my nipples a few times, and I answered him. “38C.” I told him, embarrassingly.

“Wow, big girl.” he smirked, and he began to roll my nipples around between his fingers. I arched my back off him, and I felt them grow harder in his grasp. “Sensitive nipples too. I bet they are fun to suck.” he began to grope them harder, causing my legs to give way. Mr. Pool laughed even harder, and helped me to the floor. I covered myself the best I could, and just sat on my teacher’s office floor for a while. He went back to his desk, and sighed as he sat back down in his chair. I thought that he was finished with me, but after a few minutes, he got back up. “Shall we continue?” he asked, holding a hand for me to take.

I looked up at him through watery eyes, and sniffled. I didn’t want to continue, but I had to do it for my grade. Gulping, I nervously took his hand and he pulled me up. “What are you going to do now?” I asked, trying the best I could to hide my tears from him.

“We are going to continue with the rest of the female body, then we are going to do the male body.” he replied, smiling at me. He then got down on his knees and pulled me closer to him. He took a deep breath in, and took in my scent. “Now, what’s this?” he asked.

I jumped as he took a lick at my navel, and I stepped back. He pulled me back though, and continued to lick me. “The navel.” I told him.

“Very good.” My body tensed as I felt him slip a hand under my skirt. I gasped as he groped my ass, and hooked his fingers down into my underwear. I wanted to pull away, but there was no way I could have. I closed my eyes as I felt my underwear being pulled down, and I felt it hit the floor. “Cute.” he said, and he helped me step out of them. He reached back up, and I heard the zipper hiss. The belt that held my skirt up from falling was loose on me, so my skirt fell easily to the floor. I turned a bright red as Mr. Pool helped me step out of my skirt. I watched as he threw it over his shoulder, and I heard him give out a low laugh in his throat. “Now then, what is this body part called?” he asked, cupping his hand around my shaven pussy.

“The vagina.” I cried, feeling him slide a finger up and down my folds.

“And this?” he smirked up at me. He pulled back my one of my folds, and slid a finger against my clit.

“The clitoris.” I replied. I gasped as he started rubbing it, and I tried to pull his hand away. “Please, don’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I, when you are already excited?” It was true, my pussy was dripping wet. I didn’t want this, but my body did. He began rubbing my clit more, causing me to moan. He smiled, and began rubbing it with longer strides. He was now playing with me, teasing me as he touched the entrance of my pussy. I knew he wanted me to tell him what it was, but I didn’t want to. He saw that I wasn’t going to tell him, so he moved on. He pushed me up against his desk, and I fell right on top of it. I groaned as I was now lying face up on the desk and Mr. Pool spread my legs to have better access.

I took a deep breath as he lowered his head back down, and gasped as his tongue slowly glided against my pussy. I arched my back off the desk as he delved his tongue deeper, and I dug my fingers into his desk. I covered my face as I heard slurping sounds coming from my lower body, and I started to cry. As he ate me out, I felt a small nudge at the entrance of my ass. I gasped and raised my head to see what my teacher was doing. I saw he had his head buried deep between my legs, and he looked right up at me. I gulped as I saw him smile, and he pulled his face away. He leaned up against me, and grabbed a hold of my breast, squeezing it as hard as he could. I hissed as he squeezed me, and my eyes widened as he pressed his lips against mine. He moaned as he ran his tongue against my lips, and forced his way in. I gagged as he played with my tongue with his, and deepened the kiss even more. I was able to push him away, but he was too strong for me, and was able to replant his lips against mine.

“Your body is getting hotter.” he breathed, teasing my ass with a finger, and my clit with his thumb. He chuckled under his breath, and pushed off against me. “Shall we focus on the male body now?” he smirked, as he grinded his hips against mine.

I didn’t say anything; even though the image of his erection was just something that I didn’t want see. He pushed off me, and loosened his pants. I turned away as he pulled his zipper down, and I closed my eyes. I stole a peek and saw him take his cock out. It was fully erect, and throbbing. I tried my best to not look at it, but that was my first time seeing a full-size dick, I just had to look at it. I swallowed hard as I stared at it, and I felt my juices start to drip from my pussy. He stroked it a few times, as he stepped closer to me. I slid back on his desk, but I couldn’t look away. He started stroking faster, and I found myself slowly inching my way back to him. He snickered, and brushed my hair behind my ear.

“I can see you really want this, don’t you?”

I came back to Earth at the sound of his words, and I quickly climbed off his desk. I backed into the wall, only to find that I backed myself into a corner. He walked towards me, his hand still on his cock, and he grabbed my shoulder. I yelled as he pushed me down, and he forced me down to my knees. I turned my head, but Mr. Pool forced my head back, and pressed his tip against my lips.

“Suck it. He grunted. He was getting really tiresome with me, and I could tell he really needed a release. I began to fight, but he also fought, and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I screamed as he pulled my hair, and forced his cock down my throat. I gagged as he began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I bit down on his cock as he thrust his cock deep within my mouth. He hissed in pain, and he pulled out of my mouth. “No teeth!” he yelled, and slapped me across the face. He then thrust his dick back into my mouth, and tears began to stream down my cheeks, and I gave up everything all together. I knew I had lost everything now; all that I could do now was kneel down, and suck on him. I moaned as I began to suck on him more, and I grabbed a hold of his base.

He let go of me, and he thrust his hips faster. I moaned even louder as he hit the back of my throat and I began to massage his balls with one hand. He arched his back, and ran a hand through my hair. I tried to ignore him, but I just couldn’t. He was being too loud, and I started to get scared that somebody might come in. After a few deep breaths, I began to lick him, and I moved my mouth down over his balls. I swirled my tongue around his sack, and sucked on him hard. I was really deep in this now, and started taking long licks out of him. His knees began to buckle, and I took one long lick from his base to his tip. He hissed as I wrapped my mouth around his tip again, and I gasped. I could taste his pre-cum dripping from his tip. It was both sweet and sour. I pulled away at the foul taste, and coughed. I tried to have another go at it, but I just couldn’t bear the taste. When Mr. Pool saw this, he got mad, and pushed my head back down over his dick. I gagged again, and tried to pull away again, but it was no use. I sniffled, and dealt with the taste as best as I could. Mr. Pool moaned again, and I could tell he was very close to coming. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth, so I tried to think of something. He warned me that he was going to cum, and I quickly pulled off of him. He grunted as he came, and I pulled off just in time. He came, splattering my face with his seed. I was in shock, and I felt like crying as my face was covered from ear to ear. I burst into tears once everything sank in, and covered my face so he wouldn’t see my tears.


“That wasn’t bad for your first blowjob.” Mr. Pool said, and he uncovered my face. He wiped away his cum, and pulled me up. I was speechless as he pulled me into his chest, and hugged me tight. I guessed he was done, but I had a funny feeling that he wasn’t done yet. “You are being a good girl right now.” he said, stroking my hair. “I guess you finally gave in.” he pulled me off of his chest, and gently laid a soft kiss against my forehead. I sniffled and turned my head away from him.

“I don’t like it.” I told him. “But if this is the only way for you to raise my grade, then I have no choice in the matter.”

He smiled and gave a small chuckle. “That a girl.” He leaned down and kissed me again, this time on my lips. “Shall we continue then?” his smirk got wider, and he lead me back to his desk. I gulped as he moved the rest of his things off, and he laid me down on it. I took another gulp as he spread my legs. He had just come, but he was still rock hard. My heart raced as I saw him bring his cock towards my entrance, and I began to cry again.

I gasped when I heard a knock at the door, and we both turned our attention to the office door. ‘Maybe if we are quite, they will go away.’ I thought, but Mr. Pool was not thinking the same thing.

“Come in!” he called, and my eyes went wide.

“Wait, no!” I cried, but it was too late. I let out a small cry as the door opened, and I covered my face.

“Hello, Taylor.” I heard a deeper voice say. I peeked through my fingers, and I saw a much older gentlemen standing in the doorway. “I see you are at it again.” He smiled.

“Hi, Paul.” Mr. Pool replied, turning to his good friend. He was also a teacher, and teaches Chemistry here at the school. “You came at a good time.”

“I see I did.’ he laughed. “And might I say she is a beauty.”

“Thanks. I wanted to fuck her since the beginning of the term, now I can.”

They both laughed, and I sank lower. I couldn’t believe that my science teacher wanted to fuck me for that long. Even so, I couldn’t believe that he would use my chance for improving my grade to get into my pants. I wanted to cry again, but I had to be strong, I could not show defeat. Even though if Mr. Pool knew I had already given in, the other teacher didn’t.

“Do you want a piece?” I hear Mr. Pool say. I quickly closed my legs, and I grabbed hold to Mr. Pool’s shirt.

“Really? You would share your student with me?” Paul asked, putting his hands on my hips.

“You know I share all my students with you.” Mr. Pool replied. With those words, it dawned on me. He had done this many other times with other students. A knot grew in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to throw up.

“Is that true?” I asked my teacher weakly.

“Yes it is.” he said, turning to me. “I fuck at least one of my students every term.”

I hung my head, and I felt tears start to fall. I was an ass for ever thinking of this. Even if I didn’t ask him for extra credit, he would have found a way to rape me. I felt my head being lifted, and I looked straight into my teacher’s eyes. He had a soft smile on his face, and he leaned in and kissed my eyes. I was too weak to even move out of the way, and I allowed him to kiss me. I then turned my attention to the Chemistry teacher who came into the room, who was deep in thought, and waited for his answer. He was in his in his mid- sixties, but he looked more like seventy-five. I wished for him to say no, but I could tell, that he was not going to leave. At least, I thought he was going to sit and watch. After a few minutes, his smile grew.

“You know Taylor, I usually do the boys you have come in here. But what the hell, I would like to try somebody from the opposite sex.” they both laughed, and I hung my head even lower.

“Great.” Mr. Pool cried. He then turned back to me and stroked my hair. “I will give you extra points if you suck Mr. Halt’s cock.”

I looked from Mr. Pool to Mr. Halt, who had taken a seat in one of the chairs, and looked back at Mr. Pool. I gulped. I didn’t want to do it. He was the same age of my grandfather, but I couldn’t say no, my grade depended on it. I nodded slightly, and climbed down off his desk. I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to him. I ran my hands down his thighs twice, and placed my mouth against his crotch. I could feel his package through his slacks, and I unzipped his pants. Licking my lips, I reached in and quickly found his member. I pulled it out, and groaned. It was old and wrinkly, and also very small. Gulping, I took a hold of him, and gently started stroking. I heard him moan, and I saw his cock was starting to grow in size. I grabbed a much stronger hold on him, and sped up my strokes. Within seconds he was rock hard, and three times the size. My mouth dropped at the size, and I felt my juices start to drip from my pussy. Thinking of where to start, I began to lick the underside of his cock. He let out a hiss, and I gave one more lick before I began sucking on his tip. He seemed to love it, and I took his balls in my hand. I juggled them from one side to the other, and started to suck harder. I twirled my tongue around his tip a few times as I sucked, and slowly slid my head down. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, and I pulled up. I slowly lowered it back down. I picked up my speed over time, and stroked whatever part I couldn’t get down, with my hand. He arched his back, and thrust his hips upward, allowing more of his cock into my mouth. I moaned as I got used to the feeling, and I picked up my speed.

I was starting to like the taste of cock in my mouth, even though I hated the fact the guy I was doing could be my grandfather. My body became hotter as I continued, and I couldn’t control my body anymore. I moaned as the inside of my thighs were wet with my juices, and I reached down. I heard Mr. Pool laugh as I began to finger myself, but I ignored him. However, I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was now licking my pussy again. I gasped as I felt his tongue slide over my entrance and ass, and pulled my mouth off the cock I was sucking.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, turning my head around to see Mr. Pool position himself against my entrance.

“You don’t worry about it.” he replied, pushing his tip against my entrance. “You just focus on Paul’s cock.” he smirked.

I didn’t bother to ask him any more questions, and I went back to the Chemistry’s teacher’s dick and balls. He ran a hand through my hair as I attacked his balls, sucking on them hard. He had a different taste then Mr. Pool had, and I hated it even more. He was much more salty then Mr. Pool, but I suffered through it. He grabbed a fistful of hair as I bit down on him. I didn’t mean to do me on purpose, but a sharp pain ran through my body as Mr. Pool thrust into my pussy. I quickly apologized to him, and groaned as Mr. Pool didn’t give me any time to get use to his size. He pulled out of me in one fast motion, and quickly pushed back in. I cried out as he thrust faster into me, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything. The pain was too intense for me, and I couldn’t finish my blowjob. I decided to just stroke Mr. Halt’s cock, and he seemed to like it, till he pushed my head down back over his cock. He grabbed another fistful of hair, and began to move my head back and force, making me give him a blowjob. I gagged as he pulled my head further down on his cock, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I felt like a blow up doll as both teachers pounded their cock into both ends of my body. Mr. Pool was going at a mild pace, but he his thrusts were hard, and hit every possible inch of my pussy. Mr. Halt was just going just as fast, and just has hard. I could tell that he was going to cum soon, and I could taste his pre-cum already. I groaned as Mr. Pool changed the position of his cock, and he started fingering my clit in time with his thrusts. I gasped as I heard my pussy start to make noises, and I felt my body start to rise. As Mr. Halt continued to thrust my head around his cock, I could feel it twitch, and I didn’t know who would come first. Me or him.

“Please stop!” I cried, feeling a small wave run over me. “I’m going to come.”

“Then come.” Mr. Pool replied, leaning down against my back and thrusting harder.

“Wait, I want a turn at her pussy.” Mr. Halt replied, and pulled me off his cock. I coughed and gagged as I tried to catch my breath, and looked up at him with watery eyes.

“Sure.” Mr. Pool replied, and he pulled out of me. I groaned as he did, and I looked back. My eyes went wide as I saw his cock; it was covered with my juices and my blood. “Oops.” he said, seeing his cock had my blood on it. “Guess I broke you.” he laughed. He then raised me up, and helped me place myself over Mr. Halt’s cock. It was much thicker then my teacher’s, so I knew it would hurt more. I gulped as Mr. Pool pushed my shoulders down, and I could feel the old teacher’s tip against my entrance, and I screamed as it slid right into me. I rested my head against Mr. Halt’s shoulder, and he moaned.

He was a little bit nicer than my teacher. He waited till I got adjusted to his cock size, and then he started moving. I moaned as he started out slow, only leaving his tip in and then thrusting back in. His thrusts were hard, and deep, but they felt good---in a way. I guessed Mr. Pool stretched me enough so I could enjoy this one. He started to pick up speed soon after he began, and he attacked my neck. I gasped as he sucked and nibbled on my flesh, and a nice round hickey formed just above my shoulder. Mr. Pool also attacked my neck, giving me another hickey on the other side. He was much rougher and harder with me, and I tried to pull him off. He didn’t budge, and wrapped his arms around me. He took hold of my breasts, and started moving them in large circles, hard. I cried out as he became more forceful, and he took my nipples in his hands, and pulled them. I screamed, and both men laughed at my pain. Mr. Halt started bouncing his hips faster, causing a shiver to run down my spine every three seconds. I rested my head against Mr. Halt’s shoulder again, and looked up at him. He looked down at me, and smiled. I didn’t smile back; I just hid my head in his shoulder and tried to think of something else. I groaned as my head was pulled back, and I saw Mr. Halt had pulled it back. His smile was bigger, and he planted his lips against mine. I gasped louder as he kissed me, and he forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt like my breath was being sucked into his as he swirled his tongue around mine, and down my throat. I quickly turned away from him before he could do anything else, and his thrusts became harder.

I felt now, that I was on some kind of wild rodeo horse, and I could not get off. It was both pleasurable, and painful. Mr. Halt was old, but he was able to move his hips faster than Mr. Pool could, and he thrust even deeper in me. I moaned as he hit my pleasure spots, and gasped as I felt Mr. Pool’s tongue slide down my back entrance. He slapped my ass a few times, and slowly inserted a finger into my ass. I yelled in pain, and asked for him to get it out. He slapped my ass again, harder than before, and started thrusting it in and out of my ass. I clung onto the Chemistry teacher and yelled out with every thrust they made. With Mr. Pool’s finger inside me, my body was in more pain then pleasure. I tightened my grasp on Mr. Halt even more and screamed as Mr. Pool added two more fingers in my ass. It began to felt weird as he thrust into my ass, and I felt like I had to go to the bathroom. Just as he pushed his fingers into me, he pulled them out. I was relieved that he pulled them out, and I tried to focus again on Mt. Halt’s thrusts. He had been hitting my sweet spot over and over again since Mr. Pool pushed his fingers in me. I moaned at the pleasure Mr. Halt was giving me now, and I found my hips were moving on their own. I was shocked when I saw this, and moaned as Mr. Halt placed a breast in his hand, and began sucking on my right nipple. I arched my back, and began moving my hips faster. I was now starting to enjoy what was being done to me. But pain would soon shoot through my body again as Mr. Pool pushed my body closer to Mr. Halt, and position his dick against my ass.

“Wait! Stop!” I cried, but it was too late. With one fast motion, Mr. Pool pushed into me, causing a sharp pain to run through my body. I let out a blood curdling scream as he pushed into me, and tears began to shed from my eyes.

“Come now.” Mr. Pool said, lowering his body against mine. “It didn’t hurt that much, did it.”

“How could you?” I sobbed. Both teachers didn’t say anything, and Mr. Pool began to fuck my ass raw.

“God, she’s so tight.” Mr. Pool grunted, trying as best he could thrust back into my ass. “I feel like she is trying to cut off my dick with her muscles.” Mr. Halt laughed, and picked up his pace one last time.

I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as both teachers fucked me raw. Mr. Halt gave me the pleasure, fucking me deep and hitting the same sweet spot again and again. But it was Mr. Pool that gave me the pain. He kept on hitting different spots in my ass, trying to find the best spot to make me moan. I didn’t though, and tried to focus on Mr. Halt’s thrusts. My ass was numb now as Mr. Pool’s thrust became faster and more forceful. He was really hurting me; slapping my ass hard, and massaging my breasts in a hard manner. I wanted him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He laughed every time that I asked him, and he would thrust harder and faster into my ass. I soon gave up asking, and stopped all together. As both teachers pounded their cocks into me, I felt Mr. Halt start to slow down. His thrusts were in sync with Mr. Pool’s with the same speed and same pressure, but he was starting to slow down. Once his movement slowed almost to a stop, I could feel his balls start to twitch violently, and he picked up his speed just a little. I started to thrash around, he was about to come, and I didn’t want him to come inside me. I didn’t want to get pregnant. Mr. Pool saw what I was trying to do, and held me tighter so I wouldn’t move.

“I’m cumming!” I heard Mr. Halt groan, and I screamed as I felt him release his seed inside. I couldn’t believe it. Tears fell faster down my cheeks, and I stopped moving.

Mr. Pool laughed at the face I made, and grunted. His thrusts became faster, and harder for the last time, and he pulled me off Mr. Halt. I was now suspended in mid-air, and I saw Mr. Halt’s cum dripping from my pussy.

“Looks like you spilled a lot Paul.” Mr. Pool said, also noticing the seed dripping from me. “Looks like you could get her knocked up too.” he laughed, and I shook my head.

‘No, that’s not true!’ I thought, and Mr. Pool tightened his hold on me.

“Shit, she is squeezing her ass around me too much. I’m going to come soon.”

“No, not in my ass.”

Mr. Pool laughed. “Really? Fine, then I will come in your pussy.” he smirked, and he pulled out of me, and thrust his cock right into my pussy.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” I gasped. However, my words didn’t matter to him. He thrust himself a few more times into me, and then let out a loud grunt as he gave one more thrust and mixed his seed with Mr. Halt’s. I cried out as I felt his seed swimming up inside me, and right into my uterus. “There, that wasn’t so bad.” he laughed, and pulled out of me.

He put me back on the floor, but my legs gave out and I fell. I could feel both men’s seed slowly drip out from my pussy, and I felt hot tears slide down my face. The tears soon became sobs, and I curled myself into a tight ball. I was so humiliated; I didn’t even know why I agreed to this anyway. As I sobbed, I could hear the teachers getting cleaned up, and moving everything back to where it was before the fuckfest.

“That was great.” Mr. Halt said. “I should come around more often when you are with a student.”

“Drop by any time, Paul.” Mr. Pool said, and I heard his zipper hiss.

“When are you going to finish her off?” Paul asked. “She hasn’t come yet.”

“Nay. I am finished with her. If she wants to come, let her masturbate.” I sobbed harder at those words, and I just laid there on my teacher’s floor. “So, when is the meeting again?” I heard Mr. Pool ask, walking out of his office with his friend. He shut the door behind him, and I quickly sat up. I raced to put on my clothes; I didn’t want to be here when he got back. I only put on my undershirt and skirt, and placed everything else in my backpack. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, and I raced down the stairs.

I slammed my apartment door shut when I got home, and went straight to the bathroom. Turning on the hot water, I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the shower. I scrubbed every inch of my body twice, and tried as much as I could to push the cum I still had, out of me. I stayed in the shower for two hours, but no matter how much I scrubbed though, I could still feel those two on me. I cried as I washed myself, and fell to the floor, allowing the water to turn cold and splash over me.

I wasn’t able to go back to Mr. Pool’s class after our little thing. I did the homework though, and asked a friend to turn it in for me. I even asked my friends in the class to take notes for me too. However, I needed to go in person and take the final the next week. I showed up bright and early for the test, and was the first one to finish. When I turned it in, I didn’t make eye contact, and quickly left the room. I wasn’t feeling so well, and I raced to the bathroom to throw up. I sat on the bathroom floor, and I recalled how many times I had thrown up in the past month. I got scared, and left the bathroom. I was embarrassed, but I went to the school’s health office to get a pregnancy test. They said that it would be about a week before I could get the results back. I thanked the nurses at the office, and went back to my apartment.

When the three days were up, I waited by my mailbox for the letter to arrive. They said they would mail the results to me, so I waited all day for it. It was around three o’clock when the mail arrived, and I shuffled through the junk mail and bills till I found the letter. When I did, I felt so relieved, but at the same time scared. I placed the other letters of mail in my apartment, and then headed off to school. I didn’t have any internet, so I used the school’s computer. Today was also the day that grades came out, and I was also nervous. If I didn’t pass, I would get kicked out. I sat at the computer, and I opened my letter from the health office. The computer was being slow, so I had to keep myself occupied. As I ripped open the letter, and pulled it out, I clicked on the grades section of the school’s website. I waited another few minutes, and read the letter.

I read the letter halfway, and stopped. My heart sank, and tears began to swell up in the corners of my eyes. I focused on the computer screen now, and tried not to show my tears to anybody in the room. I looked over my grades; I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I had passed this term with a B average. My heart both raised and sank at the same time. I then looked at what Mr. Pool gave me for my final grade, A+. I then logged off and ran to the bathroom. Sobbing because I knew that my extra credit was a sin, and now I was carrying one of the teacher’s babies inside me.