The class in Abnormal Psychology wasn't going as well as Sally had hoped. It was supposed to be a senior honors seminar taught by old Mr. Davenport. It was supposed to be an easy A. Sally needed an A to boost her grade point average if she was ever going to qualify for financial aid when she applied for college. If she couldn't get some kind of financial aid, she would end up at the local junior college and have to live at home for at least another year.
The week before school started old Mr. Davenport had a minor heart attack. The rumor was that he keeled over while "grating his carrot." When they found him, he was logged onto an Internet porn site – supposedly to update his lesson plan for the coming semester. At least that's what he told the school administrator, that he was updating his lesson plan, when he was well enough to receive visitors.
The school could have cancelled the course, but instead decided to borrow an instructor from the local community college. When the news was announced, most of Sally's girl friends decided to drop the class. Sally needed an easy A so she decided to take a chance with the new instructor. So now she was stuck with a room full of boys. In one way it was neat to be the only girl in the class. But it was slightly embarrassing during class discussions.
"Miss Hooper, have you ever wondered what it its like to go beyond the bounds of traditional sexual behavior? And based on what you've heard, 'girl talk' in the cafeteria, do you think anal intercourse is commonly practiced among high school students?" Mr. Morgan asked the first day of class.
Mr. Morgan didn't ask that faggot Tommy Johnson, the obnoxious pimply faced boy who sat two seats down, when he started sucking cock or did he swallow. And he certainly didn't ask that closet cross-sex dresser Wayne Goddard who sat across the table how much he liked to dress up in a bra and panties and wack off when his parents weren't at home.
'Why the fuck did he have to pick on me?' Sally thought to herself that first day of class. A month later, after the first exam, Sally was also fighting for a C.
At that time Sally Hooper was an 18 year old high school senior, 5'3" tall and barely 100 pounds. She wasn't virgin and she wasn't a natural blonde. She taped in at 32-22-33 and barely filled an A-cup bra. She wasn't a perfect 10, more like a 6 or a 7, if you like skinny girls with perky little tits.
Even so, her boyfriend liked to remind her that she had a great ass for such a little girl, but that was as far as it went. They had been fucking and sucking since the middle of her sophomore year, but their sex was becoming almost routine, almost boring.
Over the summer Sally found her mom's copy of "The Story of O" and was turned on by the possibility of anal sex. Some nights she would imagine that she was O, forced to wear a butt plug and restraining harness, to make her rectum more accessible to her lover.
With such a great ass, Sally wondered if her boyfriend would ever have the imagination to put a finger or two, if not his cock, into her virgin asshole. She even hinted that might really turn her on. But he didn't pick up on the suggestion. So their sex life consisted of missionary position fucking once or twice a week, and an occasional blow job if she was on the rag. 'Christ, married life must be a drag, if I end up married to a dope like him,' Sally thought to herself, followed by 'and I have an idea why some women get bored with hubby and start to cheat.'
When getting fucked in the ass wasn't on her mind, Sally knew she would have to do something drastic if she was going to salvage an A for the stupid psychology course. It was right before Thanksgiving recess that she built up her courage and decided to approach the instructor.
"Mr. Morgan, I'd like an appointment to discuss my grades."
The instructor was packing his discussion materials and the other students were already out of the classroom. He looked at his wrist watch and thought for a moment.
"I have a class at C.C. in a half and hour, and then a faculty meeting. Can you come over to the campus when your classes are over – say at four p.m.?"
Sally would have to take a bus to get over there – what a pain in the ass that would be – but getting a C for the course would be worse.
"Yeah, sure, around four. I can make it."
The young girl was pretty average looking as high school students go, but sexy in an off-beat way. That is, if you like skinny girls without a lot of tit. Morgan guessed that she wasn't used to getting her own way most of the time, so it would be easy to manipulate her, to see how far she would go. He also realized this was dangerous territory – playing around with someone so young, just 18 from the class registration record he had been provided. But he sensed she was looking for something more than the opportunity to discuss her grades.
"Not 'around four.' At four, promptly. Tardiness is not acceptable. Do you understand?"
Sally felt like she was being scolded, that Morgan was treating her like a naughty child. She looked down at the floor and blushed.
"Yes, Sir," she replied meekly.
"Then say it. Tell me you understand."
"Yes, Sir, I understand."
"Good! Then at four, promptly."
Sally's first though was that she would con Mr. Morgan into agreeing to give her an A for the course. She'd take off her bra before going to see him, flash him some of her perky little tit, maybe a little bit of thigh, and have him eating out of her hand. If she had to, she'd offer to give him a blow job, if that's what it would take to get an A.
The more she thought about it, the more Sally liked the idea. She thought about it all day, getting Mr. Morgan all hot and bothered, and by the end of the school day she was pretty hot and bothered herself.
Getting out to the local community college by bus was going to be a royal pain in the ass. She'd make him pay for that, the bastard, putting her through all this inconvenience simply to get an A.
Sally knew the really good looking girls always got A's. It was part of the unwritten rule at her high school. But the plain ones, or the skinny ones, or the ones with not much tit had to work for their grades. Life wasn't always fair.
Sally went into the bathroom after her last class to take off her bra. She put some blush on her cheeks and a little gloss for her lips and knew this was as good as it was going to get. Quickly she went into one of the stalls, took off her denim jacket, and quickly pushed down her bright yellow tube top. The strapless bra went into her purse. At that point she should have pulled up the tube top, put her jacket back on, and headed for the door.
But Sally just couldn't resist the temptation to give her little nipples a tweak or two. G-d, that felt so nice, and almost instantly she was looking at two hard little pink nubs sticking out of her chest.
'You're beautiful,' Sally thought to herself, 'A-cup beautiful, but beautiful just the same.' Then the silly little slut began to caress the inside of her thigh. Her denim skirt was very short, so there was a lot of thigh to caress.
She took a look at her watch, and decided there was enough time. Quickly she unbuttoned her skirt in back, and then pulled it up over her shapely hips. Then she went into her purse, and dug out her newest toy – the Japanese remote – and her old favorite – the Pocket Rocket. The remote ran off battery pack and had a slim plastic bullet at the end of the wire. Quickly Sally lubed the pretty silver bullet and set the speed at medium. She reached behind her and pushed the string of her string bikini to one side. Leaning forward Sally imagined her boyfriend was taking her in the ass, as she slowly pushed the vibrator deep into her rectum.
"Hmmm … oh … dear G-d …that feels so nice" she said softly, to nobody in particular.
Sally pulled the front of her thong to one side, with her left hand. With her right she pressed the Pocket Rocket against her clit. By then her cunt was a small lake, and after a minute she slipped the vibrating Rocket easily into her wet dripping pussy. She turned up the speed a notch and could feel the vibrations through the thin membrane separating her vagina from her rectum.
It was easy for Sally to imagine the Rocket was her boyfriend, his thick middle finger buried in her asshole, his thumb in her cunt, having her in both places at the same time. First it was his finger and thumb, in and out, fucking her with his hand, and then rubbing his finger and thumb together, sending shivers back and forth between her cunt and her asshole. She gave her clit a flick or two and exploded with a powerful orgasm.
"Oh my fucken' G-d," she said out loud when it was over. Fortunately there was nobody else in the girl's bathroom to hear her.
