Extra credit: Failing never felt so good

That morning in class, I never imagined Jackie—my 5’2” professor with the toned, athletic body every guy fantasized about—would end up screaming my name in some cheap motel. It started when I failed her course, too depressed to give a shit. But she was different. Gave me a second chance. Even asked how I was holding up, her hazel eyes soft with concern.

Then everything changed the day she snatched a note off her desk: “The teacher’s fucking hot.”

Wasn’t me who wrote it, but I seized the moment. “If I wanted to say it, I’d say it to your face… because you’re incredible.”

Her breath hitched. Tears welled, but so did something darker. “Can you be discreet?” she whispered.

“Fuck yes.”

She stepped out of the bathroom in just a towel, biting her lip. “I’m not sure—”

I yanked her against me, teeth grazing her ear. “Want it dirtier, profe?” My hand slid under the towel, fingers already slick. “Your star student’s about to wreck that tight little ass.”

A moan tore from her throat. The towel hit the floor.

What Happened Next

The Kisses: Started slow—sweet, even—until I shoved my tongue down her throat. She clawed at my shirt, whimpering.

The Oral: I pinned her to the bed, mouth devouring her. Two orgasms ripped through her before I even unzipped. “God—fuck! They don’t teach this in lectures!”

The Condom: I tore it open, cock so hard it strained the latex.

— Doggy: Her ass red from my slaps, cheeks jiggling as I drilled her. “Failed!” I growled with every thrust. “Failed again!”

— Cowgirl: Her small tits bounced in my face, nipples pebbled. She rode me like her grade depended on it.

— Against the Dresser: Legs hooked over my arms, her back arched. The furniture slammed the wall with each stroke.

— 69 on the Couch: A “kamasutra lesson” she never covered in class. My tongue circled her clit while she choked on my length.

When I finally came—condom long busted—Jackie collapsed, trembling. “I’ve… never felt like that,” she panted.

Next morning, she slid a note onto my desk:

“Detention tonight. We skipped anal.”

And that’s how I went from failing… to giving the hardest extra credit of her career.

Moral: Sometimes flunking has very persuasive perks.