Crysta Needs Extra Credit (sample)

Summary: Crysta has been having a hard time keeping her grades up ever since she entered college. However, there’s always extra credit to keep her just barely passing.

There’s nothing like a blowjob under the desk, rough anal while bent over the desk, or her own mother helping out for the weekend, to really get her grades back up.

It’s all just part of how college classes and extra credit works in this strange, crazy, topsy-turvy, perverted world!

Enjoy.

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Crysta stared at the score on her latest test and let out a slow sigh. The piece of paper slipped from her fingers onto the desk and was soon followed by her blonde head.

“It’s not fair. Just because I’m not as smart as other girls, I have to do extra credit constantly. And I don’t even get good grades for it. I barely pass,” she mumbled into her slender arms.

Her clothes strained against her curvy body whenever she wasn’t standing perfectly straight, and even then it was a wonder they didn’t burst off. Her miniskirt barely covered her plump ass, though she was wearing panties that day- her good luck panties. She kept her white dress shirt tied between her round, firm breasts and never wore a bra. She loved the way it highlighted her breasts and also showed off her pierced navel at the same time.

She’d turned nineteen over the summer, between her senior year of high school and her freshman year at the local community college. Her blue eyes had been bright and full of optimistic joy her first week at college, then the first test came - and the first failure. No matter how hard she studied, she just couldn’t seem to keep up.

“It doesn’t help that all that extra credit takes up time too. I mean, how am I supposed to find time to study the main stuff, if I’m always working on extra stuff?” she puzzled over the thought for a while. “I guess as long as I pass it’s fine…”

“Miss Abernathy, I’ll need to see you after class,” Mr. McFiersen said, talking over the sound of other students packing up and filtering out of the classroom.

He was a little over six feet tall, in his forties with his reddish hair just starting to recede. Under a thin layer of fat, he still had muscles that could lift another person off the ground and throw them across a room.

He smiled at her and shook his head back and forth for a moment. His brown eyes behind the square frames of his glasses held a mixture of concern and exasperation.

After the last two girls left the classroom (she was sure they pointed at her and whispered to each other before giggling), she made her way up to Mr. McFiersen’s desk.

“I know I failed the last test, but maybe I’ll make it up with the project and the final paper. I mean, you haven’t graded those yet. So, who knows,” she said before she even finished dragging a chair over to sit across from him.

“Look, Crysta…” his face flickered through a few confused expressions before settling on one. “Look. I’ve already graded your project and your final paper. Given the trouble you’ve been having with the class, I wanted to get yours done first to give you every opportunity to make up any missed points and pass.”

“Thanks… But… Um… You don’t look like you’ve got good news.” She fidgeted in the cold, hard chair and wished it would warm up under her ass.

“I don’t.” He sighed and pulled the small folder containing her research project out of his briefcase, followed by the short stack of paper she recognized as her final paper and handed both to her.

She thumbed through the papers and read over the comments, the circled problems, and the many calls for “more structure” and “sources?” in the margins.

“This is really bad,” she said.

“Really bad. You see, the problem is, without daily extra credit assignments… Even with them… I’m just not sure you can even pass at this point.”

“But! It’s not fair! I’ve worked so hard! Harder than anyone else! I study every free minute I have and I do all the extra credit you give me!”

She started crying. She didn’t mean to. She knew she was much too old for it. But there it was, tears and snot and a little whimpering. All of it.

Mr. McFiersen sighed and looked out the window for a moment, giving the young woman a moment to collect herself. When the tears died down, he continued.

“I really do feel for you, Miss Abernathy. I know better than anyone how much extra credit you put in and I can see how much you study. You’re just struggling. I even had a chat with the dean and asked if it were possible for me to give you another project and paper to do for extra credit instead of the usual tasks.”

“You did?” She dried her eyes and smiled up at him.

“I did ask… but she said it just wouldn’t be fair to the other students.” He sighed before continuing. “Miss Abernathy- Crysta, I think it might be best and easier, on both of us, if you just withdraw from the class. It’s usually not allowed this late in the semester, but I’ll fill out the paperwork and at the very least it won’t hurt your GPA.”

“But… But… No! I’ve already put so much work in! I don’t want to just… just give up! Please! Please, just let me do the extra credit and- and let’s see how my grade goes!”

He tilted his head to the right. “It’s not that I don’t admire your dedication. I know the extra credit really takes a toll on you. To tell you the truth, it’s starting to wear me down too.”

“Please, I- I’d rather have a ’D’ I worked my ass off for than quit now,” she said, lifting her chin and looking straight into his eyes.

He pursed his lips between his teeth for a moment and took a long look at the girl in front of him. Despite her grades, he’d rarely met a more dedicated student.

“Okay. No. Yeah. I can see you’re serious about this and that there’s no talking you out of it. That’s it! I’m going to work with you on this and see if we can’t get you a passing grade! So, let’s start with a blowjob under the desk and then work from there.”

“Okay, but my mom is coming to pick me up today so-”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to tell her you’ll be coming home with me for a while. We’re both going to be putting a lot of work into your extra credit. There just won’t be time for you to go home until sometime next week.”

“Oh… Well, she’ll be here in five or ten,” she said while sliding out of her chair and crawling across the floor to get underneath Mr. McFiersen’s desk.

He unzipped his dark blue dress pants and pulled out his already hardening cock. The first time Crysta had to do extra credit, she’d been scared out of her mind by his cock. It was longer and thicker than any of her boyfriends’ cocks had ever been, by at least twice as much.

She contorted her lithe, teen body under the desk, twisted into place, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She could feel it still growing harder and longer while she sucked on it. When his hands, with their solid, practiced grip, took hold of her head, she knew what was next.

He pulled her head down on his cock and thrust forward as best he could without standing up from his chair. The wide head of his cock pressed deep into her throat and she bucked as she struggled to breathe around it, tears springing up in her eyes again and rolling down her cheeks, where they mingled with her drool on his balls.

“Well, even extra credit work you’ve had to assign hundreds of times can still be a little interesting, right?” he said more to himself than to her.

Crysta wondered why guys always thought it was a good idea to ask her questions, even rhetorical ones, while she was choking on their dicks.

“Yeah, because I even care about answering while I’m half-choking on dick- let alone being able to answer,” she thought.

After a moment, Mr. McFiersen pulled her head back again, leaving just the thick tip of his cock between her lips, and she breathed in deeply through her nose, taking in the air she’d been craving and also his thick, musky scent.

“Now, just keep taking it all the way to the back of your throat and holding it there as long as you can while I work on grading your classmates’ final papers,” he said, giving her a little pat on top of her head before moving his chair forward and forcing her to twist and bend under the desk even more, just to be able to breath between the moments when she had his cock lodged in her throat.

The scratching of his pen on the papers echoed under the desk much louder than she would have thought, but it stopped distracting her after the first few times she’d had to do work on extra credit with him.

“Oh! Hi there!” Crysta heard her mother’s middle-class, chirpy, chipper voice call out. “Have you seen my daughter?”

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