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Extra Credit



Other Tales by Marcadimus

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The Stepmother Goddess: A young man learns about love from his father’s new bride.

An All Natural Cure: A man tries an intimate therapy to fix his dysfunction

Ashna - The Neighbor’s Daughter: A sexually inexperienced college boy finds opportunity in a curious teen beauty.

The Good Doctor: A charitable optometrist finds some people can be intensely thankful.

Sweet Cindy: A young Christian college professor tries to help a student stay chaste and keep his own urges under control.

A Doctor’s Privilege: A respected psychiatrist breaks his oath due to a luscious promiscuous teen patient.

A Thief in the Night: A virgin student heading to college gets a forceful lesson in adult lust by her stepfather.

The Bikini Barista: A beautiful young woman finds how lucrative a job scantily clad job can be, then learns how lucrative extra customer service can be.

What’s Her Price?: A sad sack midlife crisis leads a man to a social media dating site where you can purchase dates, which led a man to a teen less than half his age who allowed more purchasing.

Room With A View: A man in a new and exciting relationship gets thrown into overdrive when his new girlfriend shares her sexual secret, and he ends up engaging in voyeurism to confirm its validity.

Truth or Dare: It is the first night back together for three high school female friends. The one who went to college in the city came back different, and the narrator finds out just where the simple little game can lead.

The Long Con: Sometimes you find the woman of your dreams, but her mother is your age. Is it worth a long term engagement for a short term affair with her progeny? Can you pull it off?

Extra Credit: Mr. Williams was your average ordinary man who believed in the teaching he did for a living. One day a student far more beautiful than any woman he had ever touched forced herself on him for a passing grade. Before long Mr. Williams had gotten so into young gorgeous sex, he put his life on the line.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – Making the Grade

Chapter 2 – Anal Introspection

Chapter 3 – Meeting Isabella

Chapter 4 – Breaking Isabella In

Chapter 5 – On the Run

Chapter 1 – Making the Grade

I flipped over another paper, another one with a subpar grade on it. I guess that makes sense, I am a very subpar person who has led a subpar life, why should my students put out more effort than I do? Some people figure out what their talents are, and use them to supersede their limitations. But some times, I would rationalize to myself, you just have too many detractions. I stopped growing at 16, never breaching 5' 7", and the hair began to thin not long after I was in the dorms at college. I hadn't been fit, but i hadn't been fat either, just a bit . . . subpar. No good muscle definition, no natural strength, no good tanning skin, and I had acne that never had completely stopped. It wasn't highly prevalent, but I always seemed to have on pimple or blemish where you didn't want them.

Everything had been like that. I wasn't terrible at sports, just subpar, and my dick wasn't tiny, just subpar. I believe I maxed out at just under 6 and a half inches, but it was pretty skinny, and the extra weight I had gained over the last 30 years had mercilessly taken an inch away from my length, though if I pressed my little groin ball of fat, the inch was still there. I could have been more I suppose but I am a bit of a pessimist. While I didn't have the worst luck, wasn't crippled or horribly ugly or riddled with cancer, nope, like my whole existence it was subpar. Little extra weight, little less hair, little worse skin, a little worse athletic ability, a little worse everything, and I had let it steal my joy.

I made it through college and got a degree in education. I had a few subpar dates with subpar women. Women who didn't have looks or bodies that drew attention, so they focused on their minds. While I commend it, it's silly to believe you can get past it, but I tried. But relationships don't usually do well if you have no physical animal attraction, well for the guy at least, it won't stay a good relationship. But I tried because I thought marriage and a family could make my life above par. The one woman who had as few of options as I, and therefore agreed after two years to marry, was Sandy. Sandy was smart and career focused but was as sexless as they come. Not getting off having sex with my wife I went to see hookers. I don't make much at my job, at least as far as recreational income is concerned but I needed some kind of actual feminine interaction. Therefore I invested in hookers, and they were the just-a-little-subpar variety.

Some had decent faces, or nice legs, but would lack in another area, like having a brutal c-section scar or tits completely held up by the push-up bra that fell to the floor without support. They put in the subpar effort and gave subpar head and fucks. But at least my horniness went away a little. I wasn't particularly careful and got caught by a sting. Sandy wasn't all that happy in our passionless marriage and my admitting to frequenting hookers didn't sit well with her and just 3 years after we wed we were divorced. I didn't get fired but was ostracized for the most part so I moved to Houston where the crowded inner city had some junior colleges, desperate for anyone with teaching experience.

The school was dingy and dirty, the basketball hoops had no strings or even chains, the kids smoked pot openly, on the grounds, there was a lot of graffiti and no one expected much from their students. It was in a heavily Hispanic area and the student population was Vattos from the ghettos and lots of Guatemalan kids from upper lower class households. The only reason most of the kids even showed up was the hope at negating past or future first offenses by “trying to make something of themselves,” in front of the judge. There was a minimum attendance rate for an AA graduation The boys were either failed jocks or gangstas. They dressed like it too. Wife beaters, long khaki shorts, high socks and plaid over shirts.

The girls? Well, they wore what I would call a cross between hookers walking the streets and the women you see on rap videos, or did back in the late '90s. The girls paid little attention to any kind of self-respect, and would show plenty of skin. They wore heavy makeup, especially detailing the eyes, and always had meticulous long, painted nails. The only other girls were the nerds and they were as much of outcasts as I had been, desperately trying to earn some kind of scholarship they didn’t get in High School, wanting any shot to get away from the life they were stuck in.

It was one of those nerdy Latinas by the name of Regina I was reviewing now, and it was pretty good. She really did have brains in there, and they wanted to get out. I would probably write her a letter of recommendation. She was a very smart and determined girl. She was also about 4 foot 5, thin as a rail with a tiny head wearing massive glasses. She had no femininity to her body and had no knowledge of attraction. It reminded me of my ex-wife, she was smart too but she would never get the real recognition her whole life. She just wasn't pretty and pretty matters in this country, we all know it. Am I a cynical asshole you ask? Probably, but let's just say it has been a hard life knowing you would only ever get a second-best woman.

I finished Regina’s paper and was going to head home for the night, maybe correct a few of the papers there, maybe just drink some subpar beer and get a subpar buzz. It was cool today, but spring was definitely in the air and would be here soon. That was always nice, since I taught English 101. I got to see quite a few thots, and damn if that skin didn’t look terrific peeking out of skin-tight skirts or half moon shorts. I stood up to grab my jacket when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I hollered through the door.

"Hi Mr. Williams, do you have a minute?" A very sultry feminine voice coming out of a pair of plump Latina lips well highlighted in pink lipstick asked me.

It was Brianna, a girl from my lowest class of students. Brianna was quite a marvel of evolution, she had long oil black hair, it was thick and had some purple streaks and blonde at the tips. She had a milk chocolate color skin, the most perfect shade of light brown. She had long lashes, and smoky mascara around her large almond-shaped eyes, exaggerated due to the extended point her eye shadow and mascara were painted.

She had a smooth understated and symmetrical nose, then those incredible plump lips, they made a heart shape when her lips were closed and pressed. I always thought she must feel like she was permanently on Novocain with lips like that. Overall she had an angelic face, and how she got her skin like that I couldn't fathom. It was completely smooth, not a crack, not a divot, not a blemish. Perfectly natural face accentuated by perfect makeup work. She was Playboy material and I always wondered if she would someday pose for one of the nudies. She would sell.

She had a graceful neck and two slender distanced shoulders that had only the straps of her bra, hot pink like her lips. On top of that, but off the shoulders was an open tube and folded older sweater like top, the drape over portion ending at the top of her breasts, meticulously outlined by the light pink sweater collapsing to a elastic bottom just above her belly button that sported a diamond with a teardrop crystal dangling from it. Her skirt was the hot pink of her bra, and had a short waist on it then to pleats that almost made it down to her mid-thigh. There was a slit on the lift up almost to the top. Her firm trip thighs were traced by garters holding pink translucent stockings ending into pink heel high leather boot like lace-ups. Her stomach was impossibly flat for how large, at least for her frame her 34 Bs.

"Well, can you make it quick Brianna, I--I n--need to get moving soon." I stuttered like I usually did when one of the scary Vattos or extra attractive vixens talked to me. Let's just call it subpar self-confidence.

"It's okay, I'm sure it will only take a few minutes." She walked over to the desk in front of mine and sat back onto the desk connected to the chair.

She had her hands back, her breasts pressing against her top. I could smell her perfume, what is it about a pretty girl who smells good? I don't know either, but let's just say I felt completely intimidated by her, like any hot woman, it didn't matter her age.

"What is it?" I asked, already noticing my dick getting chubby, and I stole a glance, then another at the thighs flexing to hold her in her half sitting posture. I wondered what it felt like to know you looked like that. To know others wanted to fuck you the second they saw you. I have no idea what it is like but it explains the attitudes. Hard to not be confident when you know you look as good as anyone.

"Well, um, my progress report says I have a 58%."

"That is probably because you never turn in homework or study Brianna."

"But I can't fail a class. Then I can't get one of dos grant things."

"Really Brianna? Do you really think you are going to get a grant to go on to a University? Do you want to go to college? You haven't cracked your history book once I bet. Why waste time at college, you can go model or something."

"No, I gotta go to school, I want a basketball player husband from the Rockets. They won't take any stupid girls."

"So you are going to start studying now? It won't be easy to catch up. But if you try hard and show a lot of improvement I will go easy on you." I hoped maybe she decided not to live her whole life on her looks, though Jesus knew she could.

I began to put things in my backpack and leaned over to zip it up. As I sat up my jaw stopped in mid-sentence, "Brianna I realllyyyyy . . . . . "

Brianna had, at an impressive speed, peeled off her sweater-like top and was holding her bra against her ample bosom.

"But, but I really don't have time for all of that," Brianna said in a sad crying type of voice.

She pouted her lips, and then broke a tiny smirk and pulled her hands from her breasts and took her bra with them. Her breasts were as gorgeous as she was. They were not ultra perky, more hanging, but the slope from her upper chest to the tip of her nipple was a beautifully contoured line, ending in a filled canteen like shape. The light brown nipples were short and pert, the areola much smaller in diameter than I expected.

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii--, ah, ammm, Brianna, Iiiiiiiiii--" I couldn't make my brain work. She was so fucking hot, her teen body didn't jiggle at all as she walked around my desk to my side, unless you called her swaying breasts and bulbing ass a jiggle.

"So, I was totally thinking we could do a deal. Hmmm?" She went high octave with the hmm, tilting her smiling face, her silky straight bangs over her forehead, the rest draping over her shoulder or down her back.

"Deeeaaah. Iiiiiii. Uhhhhm. Hmm." I hadn't looked at her face since her chest was exposed. I was mumbling, trying to tell her to put her clothes back on and get out of here before I got in trouble. The windows of my classroom were browned so no worry of anyone seeing in, but I was scared to death the janitor might come by. He cleaned the boards and trash at least twice a week.

Brianna giggled at my mumbles. She put one booted stiletto on my chair and pushed me to the side and my out of shape pear body sat awkwardly, my hard on easy to spot by the rigid tent in my slacks,

"Shit, you looks ready." Brianna sneered, the power she held over me due to her incredible form known well to her.

"What do you think? I just touched it up." Brianna asked looking down, her large double set of pink hoops in her ears jingling as she did so. Her hands were pulling up the front of her skirt, her pussy was shaved in a single strip from the top of her pelvis to the top of her bronzed pussy lips. Just the slightest bit of pink labia showed through. Her thighs were rounded and tone. This chick must do a shit load of gym time to look like that I thought to myself.

"Brianna, what, wh-- what are you doing?" I stammered with halting breath as her hands, along with all the bracelets, and bands encircling her wrists adding their tune to the still air while unbuckling my belt.

"We gotta gets you out here now don't we?" Brianna said very matter of factly.

The girl got my button and zipper opened faster than I think I could do, maybe she was experienced at it. My hard-on was sticking through my boxers and they had a wet spot. I was bashful but Brianna was not, she pulled on my pants and boxers until I picked my butt up on the char for a moment and she got them down past my knees. My blubber shielded some of my dick from view, probably making me look really short to her but to the girl's credit, she had a goal determined, and she was going to achieve it.

She stood up, those breasts just a foot from my face. I wanted to reach out and grab her, pull those breasts to my mouth and work them for the rest of my life.

"Here, let me get it going . . ." Brianna licked a pair of fingers and began to masturbate, quickly bringing a whimper past her lips. She opened her eyes and looked down at me still staring at her breasts. She put one hand on the back of my head and stepped to me and pressed me into her right breast. Her nails scratched my hair on the back of my head. I suckled and began to cry. I masked it as well as I could but my shaking hands and quivering sucking must have shown through. My hands were gripping the arms of my chair until she pulled away a minute or so later.

"We gotta get you out more Mr. Williams!" Brianna shamed me with a squeaky voice, her hand smooshing my face together to look like Chunk in the Goonies.

She giggled again, and reached down and stroked me once from the bottom up as she laid her right leg over my thigh, her other leg up on her knee squeezed in next to my butt on the chair.

She squinted her face as I felt my cock head rubbing along her pussy, her wetness on me. I jolted for a moment in my chair,

"Whoaaaaa-ssshhhh" My voice caught in my throat.

"Almost, got it, . . . there!" I heard Brianna say, her face bursting into an accomplished smile. How the fuck had she afforded braces for those teeth? How did she get these clothes? How did the lookers always end up with nice stuff? Maybe this was how, I thought.

"Hoooooooooooo jessshus!" I grunted out as I felt myself slip right into this little tart. I was still gripping the arms of the chair and Brianna put her hands on the top of my chair and began to go up and down.

My brain was swimming. I knew I needed to push her off, but I knew I never would. I was just staring at her face. She was so fucking beautiful. I was feeling anxiety in my chest and I thought I might have a heart attack if I accepted the reality that her tight teen pussy had just allowed me in.

"Jesus, cabron, work with me here huh? You don't feel the rhythm? "

I tried to stop my mindless jabbing at her, and tried to meet her downs with my ups. We got into a decent rhythm, but she was trying to ramp it up.

"Can't you suck it in a little? C'mon, don't put everything on me, professor."

It stunned me how matter of factly she was accepting all this. Instigating a fuck with a gross, out of shape 40 something man. I was trying to keep my mind from full-on passing out, not to mention the shaking of my whole body making me think I might puke onto her. I took a breath and pulled my tummy in as much as I could.

"Nnnnng-cha. Nnnnchaa! Chuph!" My breaths came out like high-pressure hoses with leaks. Brianna had gotten her other foot on the floor and honestly was doing all the work. Her thighs were flexed and she was on her toes and she slow motion twerked to ride me. A time or two I got my thrust right and my bucking hips would push hard enough to get my whole length out of my fat and into her cunt.

God she was fucking warm! She massaged my shaft and I looked down to see her. I could only see a bit of myself past my stomach but I got to see the very top of my shaft exiting and entering her full length and full effort moves.

I could hear her panting and she squeaked out, "Pretty good? Hmmm?"

God that little bitch, she knew just how to get a man going. I put one hand to the top of her hip and grasped it and tried to use my legs to get some actual thrust to my pumps. I got one really good one and our bodies made a slap.

Yeah! That is what fucking sounds like! I had never cared before, but with one like this, you wanted to do your best to make it epic!

"Oh ho ho! Oh, you got this huh? Hmm? You gonna show me a thing or two Papi?" Brianna panted into my face, her lips in a sexy snarl and her voice throaty.

"Hee. Hee. Ehhhffffuck Breeee. Awwrrr." I wanted to tell her she was the fuck of my life. I wanted to say out loud that I was fucking her.

Oh no. You know in the panic and shock of the moment I hadn't even thought about the endpoint but my balls gave me the signal that the countdown was on. Shit! I would put every fiber of my being into holding it, but I am sure my attempt would be subpar.

How long had my student been giving the greatest lay of my life? If felt like an hour but it was probably about 30 seconds.

"Oooooohhhhhhrrrrrrr Brianna!" I cried out as a powerful wave of pleasure slid all the way from my tip to my base, I thought I was going to cum, but my focus was strong. I looked up into her eyes, my pleading her just one more ounce of passion.

"Oh shit, Papi! Is Bree too much for you? Are you gonna? Are you Papi?"

I had both hands on her hips now, and I was pumping hard. Brianna had one hand gripping my desk and one gripping the chalk holder of the blackboard. Her feet were firmly on the ground, and thank god, I am not sure what would have happened without some kind of support structure.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrroooohhhmmmmmmyyy Geeerrrrrd.. Hah!" I was clenching my cock as hard as possible, but I knew it was time to let it happen so I didn't get one of those in between cums, I wasn't gonna lose it. But just one more good pump!

"It's okay daddy. Yeah, it’s okay. Here we go Papi! Come on popping Papi!" Brianna was staring into my eyes and she rode short and fast strokes at my tip. My head was throbbing with my heartbeat. I was sweating profusely. My teeth were clenched.

"Ooohrr.. Oarrrr God!" I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her to me, still pumping. Brianna clasped her legs around mine and her heels were pressing on my lower quad. She draped her hands over my shoulders and gripped me softly with her nails. God this bitch knew more about fucking than I knew about anything!

When this wave came I wasn't going to hold it. But Brianna made sure I couldn't even if I wanted to. She pressed her forehead to mine and I opened my eyes, staring at her pupils. I could see the edge of her contacts.

"Papi! Papi cum for me! Now!"


My hips bucked and I came my first pump of semen. The orgasm instantly made me tingle all over and the volume I expelled caused my cock to sprain, though the pain didn’t hit until later.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brianna pant into my ear.

I held her body tight to mine, my face resting on the tops of her breasts. The orgasm was so intense it was almost uncomfortable and I needed her warmth and steady body to ground me to the hardest expulsion of semen I had ever achieved.

"Shhhhhhhhhtttt!" I bucked again and came another shot. It felt like I was pissing cum.

"Ohhhhrrrr mmmmmph. Mmmmmph. Mmmmmmffff. Nnn." The grip of my hands eased but I still held her close and panted, mumbling into her breasts. I was so tired, my eyelids were forced shut, sleep was trying to take me. I didn't want to pass out, I wanted to feel her as long as I could.

My cum had ceased, this wonderful little sex goddess had actually emptied me. Something I had never experienced in my subpar life. Holding her tight, Brianna and I rocked back and forth, a little less far each time, until we finally came to a stop. My cock finally stopped throbbing and began to shrink. Sitting there, her arms cradling me, my cock spent inside her, I honestly would have done anything, ANYTHING, to have her again. I finally pulled away from her and looked up at her.

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