The Homework Cheater Ch 01

Hello everyone! Today I'm bringing to you all the first chapter of a new Noncon/Reluctance series. Hopefully you enjoy it, as I have a few more parts planned for it. This story was initially a throwaway single-part story I didn't put much thought into, but it developed as I came up with more ideas. There is definitely more in store for the characters in this story. Let me know what you think about it!

- Neonhammer

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Today just wasn't her day. Grace had woken up late, sleeping through her alarm. This forced her to dust off her middle-schooler-sized bicycle to get to school. While she usually drove herself, her Mom had needed to use her car that day, so she had planned to take the bus. Well, that hadn't worked out, so bicycle ride it was. Quickly, she threw on a random pair of dark gray yoga pants from her collection and a large hoodie before heading out to the garage to pull out the old bike.

After an arduous journey on the bicycle a size too small for her, Grace finally arrived at school. She walked in through the grand entryway, through the empty hallways, and got to class about 20 minutes late. The teacher, Mr. Snyder, didn't do a thing; it was an Honors-level science class for seniors who didn't care about classes their final year. Grace was a senior and was fully checked out of anything school related, having already declared which university she was going to. She was a few months past her 18th birthday, so she felt like a real adult, above all the crap you have to deal with in high school. 'Just kill me now,' Grace thought to herself while her teacher dragged on about molecules or something like that.

Unfortunately for Grace, by not really paying attention in class or putting in effort, she was messing up on a lot of her homework. She usually relied on getting answers from friends in the class to get the passing grade, but the previous week's assignment had tripped up a lot of the class, causing her grade to take a large hit. This week was no different. Grace had been stumped by the homework for days, and it seemed the rest of her usual connections were the same way.

The morning of the day it was due, she went into school early to try and get work done in the library. She needed to get this finished, since the assignment was worth a large chunk of her overall homework grade. On the way to the library she passed another senior she knew, Andrew, who was in the class with her. He was a shoe-in for valedictorian, being known as one of the brightest kids in their grade. He was coming out of the men's bathroom and turned down the hall away from her, but she ran to catch up with him.

"Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!," she shouted at him as she caught him. "Have you done the work yet for Mr. Snyder's class?"

"Yeah, I finished it last week, why?" He responded, almost scoffing at the nature of her question. Of course he had done it, it was like the easiest assignment they'd had all year. At least, if you had paid attention the last week in class.

"Look dude, I really need some help with this, can I see yours?" Grace questioned.

"What? Come on Grace, it isn't that hard. I am not trying to get fucked by Mr. Snyder for sharing my shit with anyone," he replied, "You know how tough he is on cheating."

"Fucking...ugh! Goddamnit," Grace muttered, throwing her hands up, getting very frustrated with Andrew.

What the fuck was she gonna do? She knew Andrew was one of the smartest kids, and there was no way she was gonna do it without someone like him. The class was during her second period of the day, so she likely wouldn't have time to search for someone else to beg for the answers to. There's no way Snyder would catch her cheating either, he didn't give a fuck about this class since it was all the seniors blowing it off. The only thing Snyder cared about was how many questions you got right so he could calculate your grade. And Grace was not going to let herself fail this class. She turned back to Andrew.

"Okay...what do you want for it?" she asked. "We'll make a quick trade. I've probably got other homework or something I can give you. You want money? I got some too."

Andrew thought about this for a bit. 'She probably did have other homework she could offer, likely taken from someone else though', he thought. Andrew didn't really need help with other work, he knew he was one of the smartest in the class. 'She should know I don't need answers from her, she's got nothing on the table', he pondered. Andrew's final thought was how this scenario was straight out of a shitty porno. Andrew wasn't much of a lady's man, so he watched a lot of porn. 'She's asking me what I want in exchange. It's always the stepsister, the friend, or some other girl who needs something and the guy always gets to fuck her. But this is real life', he thought, 'so that's not really realistic'. But Andrew thought he could maybe push his luck.

"Hmm...ho-how about a handjob?" he asked, stuttering a little, wondering if he was about to get reported and thrown in jail for sexual harassment. He waited patiently for the 'What the fuck?' response that would get him expelled. It was worth it, because if it worked out, he would get a handjob from Grace Powers, one of the hottest girls in school, at least in his opinion.

Andrew never had a crush on Grace, but he'd be lying if he said he'd never ogled her fairly large and round breasts when she wore low-hanging shirts, or stared at her thick ass as he walked behind her in the hallway. He had noticed she always wore yoga pants, flaunting her abnormally large butt for her size and frame. She'd rotate between colors, the one constant being her round globes bouncing behind her as she walked between classes.

Grace opened her mouth but said nothing. The second her offer to trade had come out of her mouth, she realized she sounded like a girl in one of those stupid, unrealistic porn videos. She had always been annoyed at how dumb they made the girls appear, but she was being that bitch right now, asking what some guy needs in return for something he has. No wonder Andrew had jumped to a handjob, she had practically set him up for the punchline. But damn, she really needed this fucking homework.

"Okay, fine. Let's make it quick, I am not going to be seen with you. And not a single word to anyone." she said through her teeth, getting up in his face with a finger jabbing his chin. Andrew gave a grin and a sigh of relief; His life wasn't over. He grabbed her arm lightly, leading her into the men's bathroom.

Andrew couldn't believe his luck. He never would have thought in a million years that he'd be in this situation with Grace Powers. He had a hint of disappointment in his head however, knowing he wouldn't get to fuck her. What he wouldn't give for the chance to fuck those tits of hers, or get a piece of that plump bubble butt. She was the kind of girl you could stare at in class from across the room, dreaming of sexual fantasies with her as the main course. But, a handjob was better than no handjob, so he couldn't complain. He'd still get to ogle her as she did it. They'd agreed on only a handjob, and with Grace's attitude he'd be hard-pressed to ask anything more from her. He didn't want to get in real trouble.

Since it was still before school started, nobody else was in the bathroom. They went into the handicap stall, and Andrew unzipped his fly. Working with his underwear, he got his semi-hard cock out of his pants. Grace said nothing but was quietly surprised at the size of his cock, already pretty long without being at full mast. He stood there for a second, looking at Grace but avoiding making eye contact. Grace realized he was waiting on her while he awkwardly stood there in front of her, basically twiddling his thumbs.

"Here, sit down weirdo. We're not just gonna stand here," she finally said. She made him sit on the toilet and she got on her knees, just to make the position more comfortable than standing up.

Running a hand over her mouth and gathering a bit of spit, she added it to the head of his cock and got started. She used her saliva to keep him lubed up, otherwise she would be rubbing his skin raw. She'd given plenty of handjobs before, so she had impeccable technique. But, this was the first she'd done to get homework answers. She worked him with a few different hand positions, in varying intensity and speed.

Grace was impressed by Andrew's size. At first, his semi-hard form had only been around five inches in length, but after a minute of two of her expert handiwork he'd gotten up to full strength, probably around seven and a half inches. To be fair, it was aesthetically pleasing. Grace had just enough room to work another hand in, trying to speed up the process. With her right hand she worked his top half, adding in twisting motions onto her thrusts. She could tell this was getting to Andrew, as his breath sped up and he let out a few involuntary moans. With the left hand she worked the lower half of his shaft, with a different pace than the top, and eventually moved down to his balls. She worked the skin and cradled them, occasionally bouncing back up to his cock with both hands.

Andrew was in pure ecstasy. He'd only gotten action before less than a handful of times, and most were meager hookups that hadn't gone well for either party. This was by far the most sensation he'd ever felt on his cock. Grace was stroking him like a pro, effectively trying to pull the cum out of him. Each time her hands went a little dry, she'd add in some more saliva and the relubrication would make her hands glide along him like butter. To Andrew, Grace's hands felt as close as you could get to a real pussy without actually fucking one.

Andrew gazed down at the beauty in front of him: Grace, with her beautiful brunette hair and perfect face, the size of her breasts visible even through her hoodie, and the width of her ass and thighs visible from the front, the sides of her yoga pants pushing outwards with the girth of her rotund cheeks. Within only a few minutes, Andrew was getting ready to blow.

"I'm going to cum," he stated bluntly.

'What a romantic', Grace thought. She had not yet thought of what would happen when he was going to finish, she could grab some toilet pap-

"I'm cumming!" Andrew half-yelped half-whimpered, taking Grace by surprise. His member began to twitch and flex; the telltale sign of an incoming orgasm. She looked down at the cock in her hands, aimed directly at her face. 'Oh no you don't,' Grace thought, not about to allow herself to get an accidental facial from Andrew.

With no time to reason a better solution, she quickly leaned her head forward and engulfed the first third of his cock in her mouth, just in time to catch the load spurting from his member. He shot stream after stream into her mouth, all while making whimpers and moans that Grace had never heard come out of a human before.

The level of sensation of the handjob had quadrupled when Grace had put her mouth around him, and Andrew's brain was in heaven. He'd never felt this much pleasure before. He continued to spew streams of hot jizz into Grace's mouth. She was struggling to keep up, swallowing each shot.

'What the fuck is up with this guy, he just keeps cumming,' Grace wondered internally, 'probably cause he never gets any action.'

Finally coming to an end, she finished gulping down the rest of his seed, cleaning him up and not leaving a drop of cum left anywhere. It took him a few minutes to recover, and Grace stood up and patiently waited, needing to get the homework from him before she left. Andrew leaned back against the toilet, his head still swimming from the most intense orgasm he'd experienced in a long time.

"Well...a deal's...a deal," he said, taking out his assignment slowly, still regaining control of his extremities. He let Grace snap a few pictures of the whole thing. Despite her reluctance at first, Grace was proud of herself. She knew she had the experience to milk a man of his cum and leave him dazed. She had definitely held up her end of the bargain, giving Andrew clearly the best handjob, maybe even orgasm, of his life. And he had held up his end, the answers now held safely on her phone.

"Thanks for that," Andrew said with a smile at Grace.

"Whatever. Remember, not a fucking word of this to anyone, or you're dead." As Grace said this, she leaned down and wrapped one hand around his now limp cock, giving it a hard squeeze. This caused Andrew to wince and let out a small yelp.

"Ow... I promise," Andrew replied, still with a look of pain on his face from the grab.

Grace opened the stall door, quickly washed her hands, and left, making sure she wouldn't be seen in the bathroom with Andrew. As she made her way out, Andrew couldn't help but stare at the ass of the absolute beauty that had just milked him for all he was worth. He thought about his little kids that were swimming around in her belly, and that made him laugh. He did not wake up that morning thinking he'd shoot his swimmers down the gullet of Grace Powers.

However, he did not like her attitude. He had just saved her from probably failing the class, and she walked out of there like she owned the place. He needed to put her back in place.

Grace made a quick run for the library, where she hurriedly copied down the entire homework from the pictures of Andrew's work. She made sure to be a little sloppy in her handwriting, giving it the appearance that it wasn't directly copied from someone who knew exactly what was going on. She even gave a small set of the problems some slightly wrong answers, to not draw suspicion with an unexpected 100% grade. That would have definitely drawn an eye from the professor.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. She turned in the assignment during second period, and didn't hear anything from Mr. Snyder the rest of the day, so she hoped she was in the clear. As usual, she paid partial attention in the rest of her classes, not really concerned with grades or learning. She just had to get through it. Slowly the clock ticked all day long, as it usually did every other day.

Finally, the last class came to a close, and she darted out to get to the bike racks. She didn't want to be seen riding the middle school bicycle, and she wanted to get home so she could watch some TV. She spent most of her time at home binge watching new Netflix shows, not really needing to try on her homework.

She saw she was one of the first people to leave the school, only a few others around the parking lot and nobody next to the racks. As she began to unlock the bike, she heard a car drive up behind her, coming to a stop.

"Hey Grace!" The voice sounded like Tony, one of the other seniors in her class. Grace turned around and confirmed this, seeing first his characteristic blue pickup truck, then his face.

"Hey Tony," Grace said in response, going back to unlocking her bike. Grace and Tony weren't close friends, but knew of each other and had talked before. He was a taller, medium frame guy. He was on the basketball team, but not one of the tallest dudes. Grace knew some of his friends made fun of him for his pickup truck, but he wasn't a redneck type. He was a pretty normal guy, brunette hair and a handsome face. He wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but he was a good looking dude, Grace had always thought.

"Nice bike Grace. Come here, get in," Tony said, watching Grace unlock her bike. From behind, he admired the curvature of her butt. It sat wonderfully on her thin waist, a pair of thick thighs resting beneath it. She always wore those tight fitting athletic pants, and Tony would often ogle. What he wouldn't give to get a piece of that butt.

"What do you want Tony?" She asked back, unsure about his motives. Tony wasn't usually ominous like this.

"Grace, you heard me. Get over here and get that big ass of yours in the car." This changed the demeanor of their conversation. At the remark, Grace turned around from unlocking her bike to look Tony in the eye.

"Fuck you, Tony!" Grace responded, not used to this brash version of Tony.

"Grace, I know about you and Andrew, so get in the goddamn car."

That was the last thing Grace expected. She looked around, and nobody was really nearby. Tony and her appeared to be two of the first people to leave that day, the nearest people exiting the school building with a few stragglers going through the parking lot.

"What did you say, Tony?"

"You heard me, you little slut." Grace had heard him. She just had to make sure. This was not good.

"Grace, you'd better hurry, before everyone sees us," Tony added, gesturing towards the people beginning to leave the doors of the school building. Grace looked around again, before sighing and heading towards the truck. Tony unlocked the side door, and Grace hopped inside the cab. She settled in, looking over at Tony, causing her eyes to go wide.

Tony was sitting in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other stroking his rock hard cock. Grace's eyes were immediately drawn down to the unexpected member, which had to have been around eight inches in length. It jutted out from the opening in Tony's jeans, pointing straight upwards like the Washington Monument.

"What the hell, Tony?" Grace said, reaching back to open her door but finding it locked.

"I know what you did to Andrew today, Grace," he said, taking his hand off his cock. "Word travels fast."

"That fucker promised he wasn't going to say anything," Grace replied angrily. What she would do to that fucking kid if she saw him again.

"He said he wasn't going to, until you threatened him. He did not like that," Tony said, adding in a smile at the end. "Me and Andrew are close, he told me the whole story."

As he said the last sentence, he reached over and intertwined his fingers in Grace's hair. Faster than she could react to it, he pulled her down with one hand. This caused her to fall over in her seat across the bench, dragging her head towards the leather.

"The fuck, Tony, what th--glmph!"

Tony pulled her directly over his cock, pushing her open mouth down around his member. Grace tried to pull back, but the hand on the back of her head kept his cock halfway engulfed in her jaw.

"You'd better keep your head down Grace, unless you want everyone in the school to know that you'll give 'em sex for their homework," Tony said, while Grace's eyes began to water from the depth she was taking in. "That you give up a piece of that fat ass of yours in exchange for Math, or your tits for Biology. Suck me off and maybe I can keep a secret."

A sudden shock ran through Grace when she felt the car stutter, her mouth still wrapped tight around Tony's shaft, head held down by his grip. She felt the car begin to move away from the bike rack, and turn back into the parking lot to head to the exit. Knowing school had just gotten out, she knew there'd begin to be a lot more people heading outside, walking around the parking lot and the truck. She could not let herself be seen in this position.

"People would be lined up for miles trying to do your work, you wouldn't have to do another assignment again in your life." Not finding his teasing funny, Grace focused back on trying not to be seen. She would have tried to pull up off him, but Tony's hand kept her locked in. That meant the only way out was down.

Grace tried to get her head down further, but her throat stopped her. If she couldn't, people would easily see her head and hair in Tony's lap from outside the car.

"They'll want you even more when they know you swallow like you did for Andrew. Everyone will know Grace, the tease with her big tits and big ass always showing, sits in class everyday with a belly full of cum."

She had really dug herself in a hole. That last line stung. Grace did not think of herself as having a body people sought after, but apparently Tony felt differently. She couldn't think of any teasing behavior she'd ever done to anyone.