Extra Credits

*** Prologue from 'Extra Credit' ***

From the lectern, Bob Kenworth saw the latest community college's quarterback seated with his redheaded buxom girlfriend. Regrettably, or not, the boy's homework grades had begun to suffer regardless of their apparent correctness and the lad would soon seek out assistance from his math teacher.

Bob gazed lustfully at the curvaceous freckled redhead. She dressed modestly, in looser fashions, but her sex appeal was conspicuous despite her veiling attempt. He hadn't had a redhead weekend toy for a few years; it seemed about time for a year-long liaison with this one.

Bob could have been a tenured professor at the capital city's State University, but found definite advantages to being a bigger fish in a smaller pond at this more remote setting.

He loved his job here at the small community college and its many opportunities for unrivaled professional perks.

*** Campus Hotties ***

Bob's fellow teacher and friend Ron Dickenham had his office a few doors down the hallway in the Science and Mathematics Department Building.

The faculty men were in the hallway talking shop, politics, and sports. Bob knew that his colleague hired an intern each year to help grade tests and homework papers. He hadn't seen this year's selected assistant and was curious. As the informal discussion wound down, Bob asked his fellow professor the obvious questions:

"So, you found a new assistant?"

"Yeah, Allie's just one of the candidates sent over by Human Resources. Couldn't help but hire her: smart and easy on the eyes. But it does get in the way of my concentration. I have a hard-on during the whole time she's in the office with me."

"So, what's the problem? Aren't you fucking her yet?"

"No... she seems to be a bit aloof. Politely shuns my foolish old guy hints; makes excuses that she's too busy and such. I think she's dating one of the jocks."

Bob was empathetic to his friend's state of affairs, or rather lack of student affairs. He almost shared his well-rehearsed method of tricking vulnerable coeds into plentiful sex. But a fortuitous attack of pragmatic discretion held him back. Ron didn't seem to have the self-assured drive to see the plot through. And telling his colleague? Well, that might stoke the lesser man's jealousy and loosen his tongue, the gossip thereby endangering Bob's employment and his access to lots of fresh ripe pussy. He kept his counsel.

"Too bad, but... probably for the best. Student-teacher relationships are always tricky and might lead to trouble. Best to keep it in your pants at work."

Just then, Allie emerged from Ron's office and spied the teachers together nearby. She turned and walked halfway to them. Bob was absolutely stunned by the vision of preppy marvel heading their way. He understood Ron's complaint about an erection whenever she was near. Bob already felt a restless swelling growing in his pants at first sight.

Contrary to the usual on-campus casual wear, she was wearing an office-right colorful blouse, a tan wool pencil skirt and red strappy heels. The mid-height heels elevated her muscle toned slender legs, exposing them to just below the skirt's midthigh hemline. The jade green blouse was snug enough to stretch tight over her midsized round breasts.

If she was wearing a bra, it was hard to tell. The boob cradles must be very shear, thin enough to telegraph her areolae nubs pokie existence through the blouse's shiny spun fabric. The color really set off her brown hair and eyes. Her lipstick was a muted red. A brief-sized shoulder bag hung low on one side, further straining the front of the blouse.

The stale hallway air swirled a scent of mild floral perfume. Standing at that respectful distance, she quietly announced her end of the day summary.

"Professor Dickenham, I finished grading the quizzes and set them on your desk for your review. I'll be in tomorrow afternoon to markup the homework. Is there anything else you need from me before I go?"

"Thanks, Allie, that's enough for today. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, sir."

Bob and Ron watched Allie's step away in a runway model strut, her long brown ponytail swishing her tight wrapped ass to a metronome-like beat. Was it the heels or was she adding a little waddle to tease the old men?

Bob adjusted his swollen cock as she retreated, thinking about her last question and having to suppress his urge to friskily respond.

'Why yes, there is something else I need from you before you go. Your choice, Allie: a blowjob, a titjob or a hands-braced-against-the-wall standing doggy fuck, right here, right now, in the hallway. Pick one.'

The far hall double doors closed behind the luscious rear display, ending the show, and both men sighed out the breath they had held during the sexy departing promenade.

"Why doesn't she wear cutoff shorts and crop-top tees like the other coeds? Seems a bit overdone."

"I told her she needn't be so prim. But she said her mother told her to dress for the job she wants, not the one she's got. She's going to be a successful professional someday, not a clerk or secretary. So, she dresses with that career path in mind."

Nothing more needed to be said as they returned to their respective spaces. They each performed an urgent manual stress relief in private, behind locked office doors.

Bob's secret was his way of convincing sexy young coeds to warm his heart, and his bed. The best targets were the school's athletes' girlfriends. A slow lowering of accumulated grades brought the desperate sportsmen to his office. He pantomimed empathy; many needed the grades to maintain athletic eligibility and scholarships. It was quid pro quo; you do something for me and I'll do something for you. The boyfriend got the improved grades; Bob got the girlfriend's cunt for one day a week for the remainder of the school year.

It was a tried-and-true exchange, carried on down through the ages. And this year, he looked forward to indulging in a true redhead he had spied with an unfortunately, or for Bob a fortunately, vulnerable football player.

*** All Around The house. ***

This was Kellie's third Sunday afternoon in a row that she was visiting her professor's home. The first visit had been a month ago when her boyfriend had coerced into an all-weekend tryst at their mutual college teacher's home in an effort to improve his grades and maintain his athletic eligibility. She had been reluctant at first but once the professor got her naked and penetrated, the middle-aged man had dazzled her body and soul with a mind shattering orgasm, one like she had never experienced before, albeit in her short sexual history. The remaining weekend only got better from there, more orgasms than she ever imagined possible, and she was hooked. He acceded to her tear-filled pleas for more and he told her he would dedicate his Sunday afternoons and nights exclusively to her happiness. 'And even better yet, to my own', he thought

He prided himself on executing another classic textbook case of getting captured coed cunt. His annual adventure was set to replicate itself again this year.

She arrived just past noon, dressed for success. He really liked that she wore fashionable clothes, not campus duds, and would be eventually undressed for successfully getting packed full of Bob's manly meat and viscous seminal fluids.

They started in the living room where Bob insisted that he remove her clothes without her assistance. Buttons, zippers and pesky parts that required his physical shredding of the fabrics brought her to total nudity. The semi-rough play was a boost to both their lusts and they rapidly connected for a raging first copulation. It began on the couch, moved to a standing fuck, and then a missionary with her bent back over the coffee table. They fell to the floor and rolled around until they synchronized their orgasms and came together in a peak of ecstasies.

When they came down from their heated roust-a-bout, they picked their sweaty bodies off the living room rug and exited to the backyard pool.

The pool water cooled their ebbing fevers but they were just getting warmed up. The hot tub bubbles tickled their skins as they sat in forward cowgirl, their groins bumping together under the fizzy fog dancing above the wavy heated surface. It was just another way of arousing their lust and they made the best of it. Another orgasm and another pool cooldown sent them inside for further overnight sexual pursuits.

Towards midnight, Bob was flagging in stamina and stiffness. Kellie tried some tricks she had learned from him and even a few she had learned elsewhere; she was still dating the athlete and was experimenting on the young lad. She tickled Bob's erogenous places: his bellybutton, behind his knees, under his scrotum, his ear canals and the bristly scalp and neck hairs. She even diddled his anus with her fingertip.

It was a dwindling round of partial success and she finally let him rest, her soft body cuddled up to his in bed. She was satisfied by her numerous orgasms this time; she just wanted Bob to be fully satisfied so he would let her return each week for more.

"Bob, am I pleasing you enough?"

Her voice was wary. He understood her worry. But he was fatigued by her abundant demands on his manhood. And he was beginning to slur his way towards sleep.

"Of course. You are magnificent in bed, and everywhere else..."

She cuddled closer with his reassurance of her place in his life, even if only for this year. She remembered the video they had watched earlier, the one while she worked him into a spew with her hands. It perked her curiosity.

"Did you like watching that movie with the pair of women and one man?"

Bob had nearly dozed off, only half heard the question and snorted a faltering mumble.

She took that for 'Yes' and her mind started developing plans to make it happen.

*** Friends ***

Bob's doorbell rang that Sunday afternoon. It was unusual since Kellie had a key and was welcome to enter at her convenience. He let it go, thinking that the youngster was being forgetful of her privileges. A half minute passed and it rang again.

That annoyed him, as he was lounging in just his undershorts on the living room couch. He pulled his slow stroking hand from under the waistband and rolled himself up from his leisurely slouch. The porn video he was percolating to was just past the blowjob portion of the young blonde starlet's debut performance. The studly actor, playing the script's purported talent agent, was pushing her naked loveliness towards the bed and getting her settled in, legs askew, for a deep missionary pounding.

Bob pointed the remote at the giant LED TV screen and pressed 'Pause'. Once he let her in, they would cuddle while he watched the rest of the show, massaged his playmate's naked breasts and got her to carry on with a vigorous handjob that would get their weekly tryst underway.

The doorbell rang again and he mumbled 'I'm coming' while he toddled, swollen dick tucked into his briefs. He hoped to soon hear the shrill version of 'I'm cumming' from both his lips and hers.

He unlocked the deadbolt and swept the door open to see his planned fuck-mate standing smiling on his stoop. His annoyance was evident.

"Forget your key?"

His voice had more of an edge than he intended. He saw the slight drop in her humor and instantly felt the pang of remorse. She was way too good a fuck for him to risk chasing her away.

"Sorry, Kellie, didn't mean to say it so hard."

She stood in place and let it pass. She looked askance sideways, smiled and nodded that way, then returned her attention to him.

"You know how you wanted to try two at a time? Well... I brought a friend. Can she join us?"

Bob wasn't sure what kind of used up skank would agree to such an impetuous offer. It could be a very distressing encounter, worried about negative consequences. He hesitated, not wanting to disappoint Kellie but also not wanting to disappoint himself. His voice held that slur of noncommitment.

"Maybe..."

Kellie put her arm aside out of sight, tugged but got resistance. She smiled and nodded again, her voice giggling her upbeat sounding encouragement.

"Come on, it's okay. It'll be fun, you'll see."

The resistance abated and her potential partner in lust glided into view and stood beside her, facing her potential paramour.

Bob's body and soul melted, and all the remaining solidity rushed to his groin, stiffening his already tumescent dick. He was flabbergasted, unable to speak, his mouth slack open with surprise. Then his brain restarted and filled his mind with renewed joy and anticipation.

The shapely young lady was dressed in the familiar accentuated blouse, skirt and heels with her hair pulled back in a scalp molding ponytail. She demurely placed her hands behind her back; the timid stance pressed her cloth straining chest higher and forward.

She turned her face down, her gaze intuitively posed on Bob's waist and lower. Her eyes briefly popped a little wider when she spotted the substantial bulge packing Bob's tighty-whities. He didn't miss that subtle sign of her... what: fright, delight, doubt, curiosity?

"Professor Kenworth, this is my friend Allie. You may have seen her around campus. She's an intern for one of the other professors."

Allie's head stayed slightly bowed but her eyes turned up to peer at his face. She beheld the strong, muscled, nearly naked, man her friend had entreated her to help sexually entertain and now sought any sign of his acceptance of her.

That assured acceptance came when he recovered from his shock and broke into a broad smile.

"Of course. Professor Dickenham's assistant. We met briefly one day in the hallway. How have you been, Allie?"

"Fine, sir."

Kellie looked up and down the street. A few sporadic neighbors were fussing in their driveways or front yards. She didn't want to linger outside too long where village gossips would get suspicious ideas about the two preppily dressed coeds standing outside a professor's door.

"Can we come in?"

Bob flummoxed and stepped aside.

"Of course. Where are my manners?"

Kellie stepped through and Allie followed. Bob placed a hand on the new girl's ass as she passed, hoping she would think it as an innocent gesture of guiding her into his home, or more truthfully, into his bawdy lair.

He followed the girls through the foyer and into the main rooms. Kellie knew her way around and went straight for the living room.

The girls settled themselves on the couch, sitting a space apart. They leaned back in casual repose. Kellie patted the cushion, inviting Bob to sit between them. Their legs were stretched out from their short skirts, ankles crossed, exhibiting long slender legs with red painted toenails. He stepped over Allie's to sit himself at the offered spot, reflecting their lounging posture.

Kellie shuffled in close. Her move made Bob move over until his hips crowded Allie's. She stayed in place and Bob's naked but for briefs body was a FMF sandwich.

Kellie broke the silence.

"Oh, movies! I love movies!"

The paused pixels were a closeup of the end of the actor's cock posed for imminent penetration of the porn starlet's pussy.

She found the remote nearby and pressed 'Play'. The onscreen cock slid its knob in, retreated slick with feminine dew, slid some more in to about half shaft, and then repeated thrice until fully submerged.

Kellie reached across his lap and found Allie's close hand. She pulled it over Bob's belly, used her other hand to pull away his brief's waistband, and pushed her friend's hand inside. She whispered a giggled instruction to her shy, perplexed friend.

"He likes to have help while he watches. Play with his cock."

Allie's fingers adjusted until she lightly wrapped his shaft. She rubbed a tentative stroke, sensing no reluctance to her intimate touch.

Bob looked down his lounging body and across to the screen. His white cotton crotch covering was undulated by the hand caressing his stiffened manhood. The onscreen actors' congenial rhythm was quicker than Allie's and distracting his arousal. He decided to change his visual focus.

He leaned toward Allie, bringing his far hand to her front. His fingers plucked her blouse's top button and the fabric; if it had voice, would have screamed with relief as the tension across her round boobs was relieved. She looked down stoically to where he was opening her top. He was already on the second button. She paused her manhandling. Bob voice was commanding, almost urgent.

"Don't stop; keep going! I didn't say you could stop!"

Her fingers re-engaged as did his and the tension was rising under his briefs as the tension was falling across her chest.

His fingers plucked the third and fourth buttons. The blouse was open to her bellybutton and he pushed the top away to expose her shear bra covered tits. The nubs were as pokie prominent as ever; it must be her permanent condition. He rubbed his thumbs over the silky-covered points. That elicited an unconscious quiet moan; he judged her nipples to be very sensitive. He liked that and intended to explore its possibilities now, and more thoroughly later, if there was to be a 'later'.

He pulled down one cup, one tit covered, one tit exposed. He leaned over and kissed the brown disk. He suckled for a short moment, then captured the tiny cylinder in a toothy grip and tickled it with his tongue tip. That got a reactive jerk and a soft vocal 'yip'. His nose was filled with the scent of perfume, subtly floral with a baby powder undertone.

He opened the other cup and gave that tit a similar treatment that got a similar reaction. All the while, her hand continued its task on his erection, even though leaning over her chest had twisted his groin into a tighter confinement.

He looked at her face and saw it flushed with her arousal. He almost regretted that this could be only the introductory quickie to assess her commitment to the intended plot. Was her pussy moist with temptation for his lust?

He moved in and captured her lips with his. She excitedly shot her tongue into his mouth, confirming her willingness for the looming debauchery.

He felt a brief coolness on his cock and appreciated that Kellie had uncovered his genitals. But too soon or too late. He growled into the brunette's mouth and his cock erupted with thick ropes of semen. The first strong gushes hit his bare belly and the remaining ones dribbled over his knob to cover her lightly gripping fist as she managed to continue the strokes through to his ejaculation completion.

He groaned out, still lip-locked at the last spew, but when he left off, he added a playful peck to Allie's lips before he rolled back to recline and rest between the two babes. Allie's cum frosted hand still held his dick.

Kellie leaned over and slurped up the white manly treasure, first lapping up the runnels covering Allie's fist and, after loosening her friend's grip and removing her hand, licking into the hairy folds and crevices. Lastly, she took his wilting rod in her mouth and sucked hard to remove any latent dregs in his urethra.

Bob had leaned back and closed his heavy eyes while the cleanup played out. Refreshed by Kellie's talented tongue work, he suggested a respite out on the pool deck. Allie sounded agitated that she hadn't been told to bring a swimsuit.

Bob assured her that he had a few one-piece suits in the upstairs guest closet, just for these types of predicaments. Kellie knew the score and led Allie off to change. Bob watched as Kellie's and Allie's asses bounded up the steps to prepare.

Bob wasn't as fussy and simply left his briefs in the living room and went naked outside in the high-walled pool area. He knew his one elder neighbor had a view of his backyard but he was harmless and probably got his jollies by spying on Bob's nubile weekend guests.