The Homework Assignment!
“All I have to do is get an A on this essay, and I’ll pass the class,” I said as I touched up my lipstick in Marsha’s vanity mirror.
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
“Do you think your brother would write it for me?”
“Your joking, right?”
“No, I’m serious.”
“There’s no chance in hell he would.”
“Oh yeah, I bet you I can get him to.”
“You’re on slut. I’ve got a twenty that says you can‘t.”
Marsha knew as well as I did that her brother hated me. And for a good reason, I have been quite mean to him over the years, but I had an ace up my sleeve. I have seen how Greg looks at me sometimes when he thinks I‘m not looking; all I would have to do is make him an offer any guy couldn’t refuse.
“Who is it!” Greg yelled.
“It’s Meg. I want to ask something.”
“I’m busy. Leave me alone,” Greg screamed annoyedly.
“Please, it will only take a minute,” I said in my sweetest voice.
“I said fuck off, you bit….ccchhhhh.” He said with a roar of relief.
“Listen, you little worm, I’m not going to leave until you hear what I have to say!” I said as I grabbed the door handle and tried to open it. Unfortunately, it was locked.
“Ok, just give me a second.” He anxiously replied.
Forty-five seconds later, he opened his door just a crack and said, “What do you want.”
“It’s private. Can I come in?”
“Ok, but make it fast.”
I strolled into his room and sat on his bed. His room was a mess and had a mucky boy smell. I looked around his room as Greg stood next to the door with his arms tightly folded. His walls were filled with posters of scantily-clad models and celebrities. When I saw the wastepaper basket filled with tissues, I arced back on his bed, held myself up with my arms, and said, “I see you’ve been keeping busy.”
“What the fuck do you want?”
“Close the door, and I’ll tell you.”
He closed the door and barked, “OK, what do you want.”
“Why, Greg, what would make you think I want something?” I said as. I batted my eyes.
“Maybe because in all the years you’ve known Marsha, you’ve never once been nice to me or asked to come into my room, and you sure as hell have never called me Greg before. You want something. What is it?”
“It’s not what I want but what I can offer?”
“What do you mean?” Greg squeaked.
“I have a proposition for you, Greggy,” I said as sluttishly as possible while slightly spreading my legs. The whole scene felt like it was right out of some bad B movie. “I have a written essay due Monday.”
“Dream on! There’s no way I’ll write your essay, you lazy bitch.”
“Hold on, hear me out. This essay Is critical to my grade, and I know how smart you are and what a wiz you are in History.”
“And I should care because?”
“Because…. If you write this essay for me…. I’ll suck your cock.”
The Look on Greg’s face was priceless. He looked as if he had just won the lotto but couldn’t find the ticket.
“What did you just say?” Greg stammered.
“You heard me. If you write my essay, I will suck your cock.”
Greg was speechless. I surveyed his crotch but could see no sign of activity. I was getting mixed signals. Maybe he was just nervous.
“What do you say, Greggy? All you have to do is have my little essay written by tomorrow. If you say yes, I’ll suck you off right now. You can fuck my mouth and take all your aggression out you had for me over the years. You can shoot your load down my throat, and I’ll gobble your jizz up like a hungry little whore. Or maybe you would rather blast off all over my bratty face.”
Greg nodded, and I crawled over to him on all fours and kneeled on my knees in front of him. I ran my hand up to his leg and placed it on his crotch. Still no signs of life in there, I asked, “So do we have a deal?”
“I’ll write your essay,” Greg whispered.
“You’ll write my essay if I…?” I wanted to hear him say it.
“I’ll write your essay if you… suck my dick.”
That was all I needed to hear. Before changing his mind, I undid his pants and yanked them down to his ankles. I gasped when his fully erect dick sprang out. My gut reaction was to laugh and mock Marsha’s brother’s absolute lack of manhood for all it was worth, but I knew it could be a deal-breaker. What was important right now was getting a good grade. With every ounce I willpower I possessed, I kept a straight face and looked up at Greg. His face was filled with fear anticipating my response.
“Wow, it’s pretty big,” I said as I grabbed his tiny dick between just two of my fingers. He must have bought it because he began to smile. Knowing I couldn’t keep a straight face for much longer, I took his tiny member into my mouth. His dick tasted salty like cum. The little wanker must have just jerked off recently. Without even trying, I was quickly able to swallow his entire dick. I bobbed up and down his short length as he moaned in ecstasy only a few times before I felt his sad load trickle down my throat. I sucked his tiny dick dry until I began to feel it soften in my mouth. His small limp dick, which was now the size of an acorn, slid out of my mouth.
I looked up at him and said, “Mmmmm, yummy.” He frantically pulled up his pants, trying to cover up his baby dick. I stood up and gave him a deep kiss letting him taste his loser seed. “I’ll be by tomorrow night to pick up my paper,” I said before leaving his room.
“That sure took a long time for him to say no.” Marsha snidely said when I returned.
“He didn’t say no.” I rebutted.
“No way! What did you have to do, fuck him?”
“No, I only had to suck his little dick,” I said before letting go of all the laughter I had stored up.
I was lying on my bed, pulling frantically on my dick, thinking about my sister’s best friend Meg and what she was doing just two doors down in my sister’s room when someone began knocking on my door. I looked over to make sure the door was locked. Holy shit, it’s Meg. What could she want? I thought about stopping, but I was so close, and hearing her voice while I pulled on my pecker was too much.
“I said fuck off, you bit…ccchhhhh.” I roared as I came all over myself. Fuck she was trying to come in. I quickly cleaned up my mess, tossed the soaked tissues into my wastepaper basket, and opened the door. Fuck she wanted to go in. Oh my god, she looked so hot there laying on my bed. Shit, she saw the tissues.
My humiliation quickly turned to anger, thinking about writing an essay for a bitch who has called me derogatory names and made my life miserable for years. Did she say she’d suck my dick? Holy fuck, was I dreaming? I wanted to say yes so bad, but I was terrified of what she’d say when she saw how small I was. My little head, which was already hard as a rock again, was excellently convincing my big head that this was an offer I would be a fool to refuse. I both loved and hated when she called me Greggy. It made me melt every time. Why was I such a weakling?
Oh, fuck did I say yes? On my god, she was touching it. She pulled down my pants as I had second thoughts, exposing my dick. At least she was not laughing yet. She just said it’s pretty big. Was she serious? Oh my god, she put it in her mouth. It felt so good. No way… she’d got my whole thing in her mouth. I can’t hold it. Fuccckkkk!
I regained my senses and quickly pulled up my pants before she could see them get even smaller. She kissed me, and I tasted my cum. Damn, I was getting hard again. As soon as she left, I started jerking off again. After shooting another wad, I began to worry she’d tell my sister about what had happened. Fuck, what if she was lying and didn’t think I was big? She and my sister could be laughing at how small I was right now. No, she wouldn’t tell her she sucked my cock, so that I would do her homework- that would make her such a slut. I drew in my breath, picked up some books, and began to work writing that hot slut an A+ paper, hoping to be able to “help“ her again real soon.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.