This is a high school story, but everyone involved with sexual activity is 18 years old or older.
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Matt was an immature kid. Held back a grade twice in school over the years, he was now an eighteen-year-old sophomore in high school, and his brain hadn't yet caught up to his body in age. Coddled by his divorced mother, who still thought of him as a little kid, he languished way behind other kids his age, and hung out with younger neighbors instead of kids his own age. His father lived in another state, and Matt only visited occasionally. His dad was a bit of a womanizer, which Matt never understood until puberty started to confuse things and his father's girlfriends started to look more interesting to him.
One day in school Matt's English teacher, a divorced woman with no children and few friends named Laura Rumster, gave the class a writing assignment to "re-write a classic movie theme in your own style, using yourself as a character." Matt didn't watch movies much. He watched a bunch of crappy reality shows on television with his mom, but all they did for him was warp his sense of what's right and wrong. He had, though, been watching a lot of porn on the iPad his father had given him for Christmas. He was quite taken with the 'classic' porn of the eighties — big haired girls with leg warmers and hairy pussies made him harder than the clean-shaven, tattooed girls of today. But he also liked the 'My dad's hot girlfriend' category on the porn sites, for obvious reasons.
The due date for the assignment crept up on Matt, and he found himself with nothing written and no clue what to do about it just ten hours before the morning bus was due to pick him up. He was a half-way decent writer—his father was a magazine editor, so maybe it was genetic—but he was absolutely terrible at getting assignments done. He panicked, poured a tall water glass full of his mom's sweet white wine after she'd gone to bed, and sat down to write.
With nothing coming to him, and a few big sips of wine starting to work on his young brain, he found himself looking at porn again—a short clip from another one of those 'dad's hot girlfriend' sites. He found himself thinking about it deeper than he had before, and he began to write . . .
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My Dad's Hot Girlfriend, by Matt Stone.
I came home from school and sat down at the kitchen table to write an assignment my teacher had given me. She had big breasts and a nice butt and made me horny when I sat in class watching her, and it was hard to stop thinking about her when I got home. I took my prick out to rub it since no one was home. It got real big, and I didn't want to mess up my dad's floor, so I walked down the hall to the bathroom holding my pants up with one hand while I rubbed it with the other hand. I walked past my dad's exercise room and his girlfriend was in there doing yoga. She saw me.
"Matt, you are home from school," she said.
"Yes, I am," I said.
"What have you got there in your hand?" she said.
I was embarrassed and she walked towards me.
"Don't be embarrassed Matt, that is a nice one. It is bigger than your father's. Can I touch it?" she said.
"I don't think my dad would like it," I said but she put her finger over my mouth and she started rubbing it for me.
"I like it very much and I want to lick it," she said.
She licked it all over and it went into her mouth and then she took off her clothes. They were yoga clothes and she was nude underneath. She laid down and told me to do it to her and I did it. She yelled "It's big! It's big!"
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Matt stopped writing. He wasn't sure if he should use 'bad words' like fuck, and pussy, and jizz and ass. He thought about Ms. Rumster, and wondered if she knew about those words. Yes, she must, he thought, because she was an English teacher, and they weren't foreign words, they were English. He downed the last big sip from his tall glass of wine, and continued . . .
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"Fuck me harder Matt!" dad's girlfriend said, and I did. I had never fucked anyone before, except myself, and I liked it.
"I am going to show you how to do it lots of different ways," she said.
"My father won't like that," I said.
"He will never know, will he Matt?" she said.
I fucked her on top of me, and I fucked her in front of me. I liked fucking her in front of me. Her ass was nice and round and reminded me of my English teacher.
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Matt paused from his writing to decide if he should leave the references to Ms. Rumster in his story, and his mind drifted to thoughts of her pretty smile. She was the teacher he had liked most in his long journey through school, and she liked Matt as well, often spending extra time with him to make sure he did okay. Keeping her in the story in a complimentary way, Matt thought, would surely ensure him a good grade on the assignment, so he left her in and continued writing...
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When we were thru fucking, she made me hard again with her mouth.
"Your dad can not do this. I will have to fuck you more often," she said.
"OK," I said. "After school would be good, my teacher makes me horny."
The end.
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Matt smiled, knowing that last part would please Ms. Rumster. He put the sheet of paper in his notebook and climbed into bed, masturbating furiously as he thought about what he had just written.
"Did you do your homework?" Matt's mom asked the next morning.
"Yup, Ms. Rumster had us write a movie," he said.
"A movie? That sounds like fun, can I read it?" she asked.
"No, I gotta run or I'll miss the bus. See ya later," he said, and he went out the door with a Pop Tart in his mouth.
Matt's friend Sarah sat next to him on the bus.
"Did ya do your assignment?" she asked.
"Yeah, it was kinda fun after I got going. A little wine helped," he said with a smile. "What did ya do yours on?"
"I did like a Harry Potter kind of thing, with me in the female lead," she said. "It's really hard writing fantasy, I don't know how Ms. Rumster's gonna like it. She always grades us girls lower than you guys anyway." Sarah paused. "You know she's got a thing for you, right?"
"She does not!" Matt said. His gaze drifted out the bus window, looking at the passing houses, and he thought about how good it felt to masturbate while thinking about his teacher late last night.
