The Back Door To Better Grades (sample)

Summary: Professor Rachel Bryant must give the male students who fuck her ass at least one time during the semester a perfect passing grade for her class, even if they never turn in any homework or tests. Sure, they could fuck her tits for a B or her pussy for a C, but they need to keep their GPAs up, so up her back door it is!

The administration assures her that it’s as good a measure of the skills the students will need as any exam could possibly be and since they have several studies to back up their claims, she has to believe them.

However, can her ass survive another year of hundreds of students pounding into it every semester? For that matter, can it even survive that massive one a student just pulled out of his pants?

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Rachel Bryant pulled her black hair back into a tight ponytail, straightened out her skirt, and knelt down to the floor to collect the scattered papers she was supposed to be grading that day. Under one, she found her missing glasses, and within a few minutes, she had all of them, what few there were, held tightly against her breasts.

She winced as she took a seat behind her desk, her round ass still aching from the latest student to choose the “back door” option to get a perfect score in her class, without doing any homework or taking any tests.

“Sure, they could fuck my tits for a B or my pussy for a C, but who’s going to get a lower grade when it’s just as easy for them to fuck me in the ass and get a perfect score? Almost no one,” she thought.

When she’d first received the updated grading criteria, a few years before, she’d thought it was a joke. She couldn’t believe that she and her fellow female professors would be getting fucked up the ass in exchange for giving their male students better grades.

Meanwhile, her male peers were getting blowjobs from nearly every single one of their female students. She tried to argue that it wasn’t fair, but the board of deans made it clear that they considered the system to be fair and equal for the male and female professors.

“And how is that even an effective metric for learning?” she’d asked.

That’s when they pulled out a stack of studies conducted over several years, in several locations, and with as much precision as any set of studies she’d ever seen that correlated success in the workplace with either passing grades in classes or having sex with the professors.

“Both activities effectively measure the quality of graduate the university produces, so it’s only fair we offer both methods of metric to the students,” she’d been told.

No matter how many times she looked over the studies and the results, she couldn’t find a flaw with their methods or their conclusions, even if her aching ass argued that it couldn’t possibly be right.

She glanced at the nearly empty bottle of lube on her desk and frowned.

“Guess I’ll have to go down to Office Supplies and get another bottle. Didn’t I just get this one a week ago? Fuck me! I don’t know if I can keep this up. More male students and fewer female students sign up for my classes every semester and more choose the back door option since it’s the fastest way to an A,” she mumbled to herself while aimlessly shuffling the few exams she had to grade.

She reached down the back of her skirt, wondered which student had left with her panties that day, and gently prodded her asshole, wincing at the shock of pain from the tender flesh.

“It might not be so bad if it was more spread out, but so many of them wait until the last couple of weeks to get the grade. I’ll see if I can get the deans to approve a sign-up calendar next semester. Get the students spread out more evenly and give my ass some time to recover between students,” she thought.

“Hi, Doctor Bryant,” a deep voice said, pulling her out of her own thoughts.

She looked up to see a young man who stood a little over six feet tall in front of her desk.

“I’m Michael… From your Thursday night class, at seven,” he said.

“Right,” she said, pulling up the class list for that class and looking through the names. “Michael… Simmons, Hudson, or Jones?”

“Michael Simmons, Ma'am.”

She pulled up his file and looked over his grades or rather his lack of grades. He’d turned in a few assignments at the beginning of the semester, but like most freshmen, he’d stopped after the first two weeks. Once it really sunk in that they could just fuck ‘the professor’s ass and get an A’ they didn’t see any point in putting in a lot of work studying.

“Hm… I guess you’re here for the al-ter-nate..”

She looked up from the monitor to see him already stroking his massive cock, the head and a bit of the rod poking up over the edge of her desk.

“Yeah. I’m here to get an easy A,” he said.

Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open for a second while a few thoughts sped through her mind.

“Fuck! That’s the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen,” she thought. “It’s got to be over a foot long and it’s almost as thick as a can of soup! He wants an A? An A? He wants to put that monstrosity up my ass?”

She blinked a few times, shook her head a little, swallowed heard and said, “I… I see.”

“Yeah, I kind of had a lot of stuff come up this semester, so I know I’m way behind on the work. Good thing I can get caught up by fucking your behind,” he said.

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