Bob Kenworth shuffled his presentation notes on the lectern at the front of the small lecture hall at a community college in a sleepy midwestern town. He 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.
The last of his few dozen students were filing in and getting settled for class. He saw the clock ticking down the last two minutes before the hour and awaited the recurring sight about to unfold.
The rear room door swung open a final time and Farrah stepped through. She paused, scanned the room with her Mona Lisa smirk, drawing the eyes of every male in the room, including Bob. Some turned in their seats to look back at her, others were adjusting their cocks hidden under lap covering notebooks. Some of the young women scowled at the young men's fawning interest; others simply ignored the scene.
The head cheerleader was her usual vision of classic preppy loveliness: strappy heels elevating her smooth lithe legs to the hem of her mid-thigh pleated skirt and beyond, a nearly transparent white blouse bulging with big boobs, and the fluffy brunette waves that fell past her shoulders.
Having set the scene, Farrah delicately trod a few aisle rows down to the empty seat she always occupied. Bob watched her bra-packing breasts jiggle and her shapely ass sway as she sauntered her way to her usual perch and settled into the seat next to the junior college's star quarterback.
She leaned over, whispered a smiled greeting, and pecked the muscled athlete's cheek as she pressed his arm with her soft boobs. He stoically accepted the impromptu nuzzle, abiding the envious looks from some of his teammates.
Bob wondered how many of the boys in the room were thinking what he was thinking:
...waiting at the end of class until all the others left, grabbing the bodacious cheerleader from behind and pushing the conceited cockteaser's back against the wall, pressing her tits with his chest, bending her shapely leg up against his waist, slipping aside her thong and driving his hard cock deep into her wet cunt, suckling her neck while hammering out a standing fuck, ignoring her preliminary protests ringing in his ears until the angry shrieks softened into whimpers of passion, bringing her and him to a mutual roaring orgasm that left both panting with ecstatic exhaustion...
He blinked his eyes and cleared his mind of the recurring fantasy, bringing his attention back to his work.
With the last-minute disturbance concluded, everyone, including Bob, turned their attention to the day's lecture on circle geometry mathematics.
Time passed, notebooks filled with graphic notes, graded homework was returned and new exercises were assigned. Bob was gathering his notes as he watched the students exit, including a receding vista of Farrah's tight shapely ass.
The school's quarterback freed his arm from Farrah's over-friendly clutch and turned back to the front of the hall. Bob finished packing his laptop as the fit-looking boy, holding his graded homework, approached.
"Mr. Kenworth, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure... Curtis, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir. Though most call me Curt. About my grades. I think I may have a problem with academic eligibility for football."
"Oh? What's the problem?"
"Well, I need to maintain a C average to stay on the team. I'm slightly low, especially in your math curriculum. Farrah has been tutoring me as much as she can but I still seem to be behind."
Bob's mind was filled with visions of a busty naked Farrah writhing beneath her star boyfriend, tutoring Curt in complex cock rhythms rather than complex math algorithms. The scene morphed into a vision of Bob above Farrah, pounding his stiff cock into her juicy core. But the professor kept his expression discrete. His replicated annual ploy was on the verge of another successful semester.
There were two ways out of this Midwestern backwater junior college: academic or athletic scholarships to State University. And Bob was the sly facilitator for students striving to achieve either path. But not for free...
"Well, I know Farrah is an excellent math student but she may not have the advanced tutoring skills that an experienced teacher can offer."
"Well, then, could you give me some extra tutoring?"
"Curt, that might be seen as favoritism. I know you're in line for an athletic scholarship to State U and Lord knows they could use your unparalleled talents in that tough conference, probably getting them a championship. But rumors about academic grooming might hurt your chances."
Bob watched the boy hang his head and his anxious expression fade. Now was the time: bait... hook... and reel 'em in.
"Maybe there's another way. I could show Farrah some novel tricks and she could share them with you. That way there's no direct connection."
Curt's head lifted and his smile lit the room. His future was brightening and generous Mr. Kenworth was offering to help.
"Look, Curt, it's already Friday and your next homework is due next week. Send Farrah by my house this evening and I'll get started teaching her some special gambits right away."
"Thanks a bunch, Mr. Kenworth. I'll see you then."
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At home that evening, in the receding dusk, Bob lounged on his living room sofa, anticipating Farrah's arrival. He was dressed casually, loose shirt and gym shorts, not the classroom coat and tie that the campus dress code demanded.
The doorbell rang. He lifted himself from his recliner and shuffled in his slippers to the foyer. He opened the door to find Curt standing alone.
"Good evening, Mr. Kenworth."
Bob was a bit taken aback; where was Farrah?
"Hello, Curt; what's up?"
The boy's hand reached aside the door, past Bob's vision, and grasped something out of sight, addressing the unseen recipient with a firm voice.
"Come on, Farrah, we talked about this. Don't be difficult. Mr. Kenworth has agreed to help and you agreed to cooperate."
He yanked her over by the arm to stand in Bob's view. She was still dressed in the classroom daywear of a tight blouse and skirt. Her full breasts bobbed and settled from Curt's rough sideways hauling. She pouted, stomped her heel, and whined.
"But I'm not the one who's behind. Why do I need more tutoring?"
Curt's voice was curt.
"It's not for you, baby; it's for me. Just go with the plan, okay?"
Bob watched the interchange of boyfriend and girlfriend coming to a head. Farrah's expression slowly softened and she smirked and winked at Curt. Her hand slid across his jean zipper and her voice took on a sexy smoothness.
"Fine... but you owe me one... big time, big boy."
Curt rolled his eyes.
"Okay... soon."
Curt took her cuddling hand and lifted it to steer her through the door. She stepped over the threshold, pushed forward awkwardly by her boyfriend's boosting hand on her ass. She moved past her math teacher into his home, leaving Bob and Curt to their parting.
"What time should I come back for her, sir? I'll take her back to her dorm. She seems to have plans for me tonight."
Curt's shy grin was endearing but it wasn't to be rewarded.
"No need, son. This will take a while, longer than you may think. I'll drop her off on campus later. Have a nice night."
With that, he firmly closed and locked the door on the bewildered footballer, signaling to him that he would need to take his own affairs in hand, so to speak.
Bob motioned Farrah to the living room, admiring her pert ass swaying ahead of him in her high-heeled stride. She pivoted at room center and stood waiting. Bob warmed inside as he gazed at her elegant beauty. It was time for stage two of his well-practiced strategy.
"Farrah, I'm so glad that you've agreed to help Curt with his grades. He has a bright future and we all want what's best for him and the football team."
"Sure... sure... so when do we start?"
"Right now. He told you what was needed?"
"You're going to teach me some new math tricks to become a better tutor for him."
"That's half correct. I will teach you some new tricks but not in math. If you are an obedient learner and practice what I teach you, Curt will be well motivated to maintain good grades and increase his academic standing for sports."
"If not math, what skills are you going to teach me?"
"Motivational skills."
Bob stepped closer to Farrah and lifted his hands to pluck at her blouse buttons.
She was astounded at his forwardness but took pause, not unfamiliar with the unfolding situation. It was a classic pornographic movie script: the coed got fucked by her teacher in exchange for better grades. It had happened to her before.
But now, she was suddenly cognizant of her role and duties in this alternative fuck for grades bargain. She would be fucked to help her boyfriend get the boosted grades.
She sighed at the age-old scenario and banally surrendered to the indecent deal. So be it; a quickie and then she was out of here.
Bob's unbuttoning fingers were halfway down her chest, beginning to expose her fully packed brassiere and its deep cleavage. She heard his murmurs as he enacted her disrobing.
"So, what have we got here... I knew they were big but... wow... they're really big! D's? Or more?"
She felt Bob tug her shirt tails out of her skirt waistband. She looked down as his fingers plucked the bra's front closure and released the tension pressing her boobs together. This was the well-known moment when the man swept her cups aside and moaned his admiration at the first naked sight of her tits and nipples. And then the cupping and squeezing for a tactile confirmation.
