Extra Credit

((A/N: Hello! I hope you all enjoy this tidbit of smut. This one is for Tasha, who asked for a teacher/student story. I am sorry it took so long to write J Please Review!))

Lana stared at the paper in her hands, frowning at the red letter emblazed over her writing.
D.
She thought she had done better than that, she always did better than that. Lana wasn’t the smartest girl at Union High, but she was far from a D student. She got A’s, and some B’s and always did her work. She had understood the book they had written about and had thought the essay to be easy. How had she failed?

The bell rang and the other students in the class got up and rushed out, while Lana lingered behind. She walked up to the teacher’s desk, essay in hand. Mr. Joshua Rosen was glancing over his attendance book when he looked up to see the young girl. He slipped his glasses off and smiled. He was a male in his late thirties, with dark hair that was beginning to thin and a physique that told tales of his athletic past. His eyes were brown and intelligent, and were so often hidden behind glasses that Lana had forgotten what his full gaze could feel like. She lost her voice, nervous. She never had to address a teacher about bad grades before.

Finally she cleared her throat. “I think you made a mistake.” She held out the paper, and Mr. Rosen glanced to it with a frown. “No Lana. I didn’t-the writing was well enough, but you didn’t answer the question correctly.” Lana swallowed and frowned.
“But I thought I did- I asked Sasha for the question, and she got a B.”

“She must have relayed it to you incorrectly. You should have been paying attention when I spoke about the topic in class.”

Lana’s pale cheeks darkened in a blush, and she tugged the end of her blonde ponytail as she turned green eyes back to the red writing on her paper. She scuffed a shoe against the tiled ground before looking at her teacher again. “Can I redo the paper, please? I can’t let the D bring down my average. Colleges are looking and-”

Mr. Rosen interrupted her with a sigh as he slipped his glasses back on and looked back down to his attendance book. “Lana, you know very well I don’t give do-overs or extra credit.”

The young girl bit her lip at this and creased the paper in her hands. “Please Mr. Rosen. I will do anything you assign, no matter what the work. I just…I just can’t have a D in my average. I will do…anything you assign-just. Please.” Her voice held a pleading quality, and it made her teacher pause and look up again. He heaved another sigh as he looked to her face. “Fine. I will think of something for you to do. Come after school and I will give you your assignment.”

Lana smiled at that. At least she would be able to do /something/ to counteract her grade. The junior girl nodded. “I will see you after 9th period then.”
“Okay. Now-get to your next class before you are late.” Lana nodded and headed out of the room.

Only when she was gone did Mr. Rosen let a smile slip onto his face. He knew it was improper, but he had been admiring Lana since the beginning of the year. Now that May was around the corner, he couldn’t help himself any longer.

Josh leaned back in his chair. He had been teaching at Union High School for about five years now, and he had seen many pretty girls in his classroom. A few of them had caught his eye before, but none like Lana.

God that girl was gorgeous. He guessed she was around 5’4, and she had wonderful curves. He knew that some girls would look at her hips and large breasts and call her fat-but he knew they were just jealous. If her body wasn’t enough for him, her face was. Her face was pale with a small sprinkling of freckles, but with no blemishes beside that. Her cheeks were perfectly sculpted; her lips full and red, and her eyes were such an intriguing shade of green.

He wanted her so badly. To run his fingers through her long blonde hair, and fuck her tight little cunt. He wanted her-and today he would get her. A trickle of nervousness and fear passed over him at that thought. What if they were caught? He didn’t care. He would have his way-even if it meant twenty years in jail, he would make Lana Steward his.


The last bell of the day rang, and Lana rose from her seat and let the crowd carry her out of the classroom and down the hall. She paused in front of Mr. Rosen's room, before slipping inside and sitting down. Her teacher was not there yet, leaving her somewhat confused and very nervous as she shifted in her seat, hands on her desk. A half hour passed, and she knew that most everyone had left the building already. Had Mr. Rosen forgotten? She began to stand, when the door opened.

Lana sat down again as her teacher walked in and smiled to her. “Sorry I am late. I was just making arrangements for something.” In fact, he had gone from classroom to classroom to make sure all the other teachers had left for the weekend, waiting for the last one to pack up before going back to his own room. There was no Extra help or after-school activities on Friday. He and Lana would be alone.

“Why don’t you come over here.” Mr. Rosen directed her as he walked to his own desk, shuffling papers and setting them by his bag. He sat in his chair as she slowly rose from hers. She walked over, standing on the opposite side of his desk, until he motioned for her to stand near him as he pulled a paper out and set it on the tabletop.

“This is your assignment for extra credit.” Mr. Rosen said, and glanced to her before taking his glasses off and dropping them into his bag. Lana leaned over to look at it. The page was blank. Lana frowned. “Mr. Rosen…there is nothing on this page.”

“I know.” He replied calmly, as his hand moved to the back of her thigh. Lana straightened and jumped at the contact, turning her head to look at him quickly. “Mr. Rosen, your hand-”

“I know.” Mr. Rosen replied once more.

His hand crept up her thigh and Lana moved to pull away, only to find that Mr.Rosen had swiveled fully in his chair and wrapped his arm around her waist. With a yelp she was dragged forward and than pushed back against the desk, the hard oak edge digging into her spine as she almost fell on top of it. Her arms flailed for a moment before moving behind her to brace her weight on the flat surface. Her shocked eyes fell onto her teacher's face.

"M-Mr. Rosen-what are you doing?" She knew it was obvious, but she
couldn't wrap her mind around the idea. She hoped his face would change to guilt, that he would pull back, tell her an assignment to write and let her go. But, such a thought was naïve and Josh had wanted her for too long to let her go right after he just began. His face held no guilt, just a cruel grin as his hands went to grip her hips.

"What do you think I am doing Lana? Helping you with your extra credit." He replied as though nothing inappropriate was going on, as though his fingers weren’t tugging at the tops of her jeans.

Lana tried to squirm away; going to move to slap at his hand-but he was too quick. His right hand rose to grip her wrist painfully as he met her eyes and tsked his tongue. “Don’t you want my help Lana? You don’t want to fail do you?”

The girl shook her head as she trembled, still in shock and so unsure what to do. She hadn’t even screamed, though she had opened her mouth to speak. Again Mr. Rosen took advantage, and he leaned forward to kiss her. He crushed her against the desk as Lana continued to flail, tears burning her eyes as her teacher’s teeth pulled at her lower lip.

Her hands went to his chest and she tried to push him back, but he stayed solid in his spot. Finally the male pulled away and Lana gasped for air, before meeting his eyes again. “Why Mr. Rosen?” She whispered softly, and he only laughed and touched her cheek. “Cause I want you Lana. Such a hot young girl, it would be a waste to not take you…”

She shook her head and let out a small cry as his hand traveled down again, and than under her shirt. Lana didn’t like this at all, and she finally got it in her mind to scream. She took a deep breath in order to build up volume, but was stopped as the hand that was caressing her stomach balled up into a fist and flew into her ribs. The air was knocked out of her lungs, and she was forced to cough instead of cry. Josh didn’t stop there, and with a growl aimed his next punch for her jaw.

Lana saw stars and her legs buckled. Mr. Rosen let go and his student slumped to the ground. She turned and grabbed the desk for support, her knees hitting the tiled ground. Mr. Rosen stood behind her and slipped his arms under hers. He lifted her up and slammed her against the desk once more, again forcing the air out of her lungs as he leaned over her vulnerable body, his hips pressing against her ass.

She let out a small groan as she felt his erection begin to grind against her. She was still trying to catch her breath as he reached his hands around to unbutton her jeans.

“No...Please.” She begged as she put her hand on top of his to stop him from pushing the jeans down. “I’m a virgin. I don’t…I don’t want this!” She tried, coughing again. Her chest and face hurt so much!

Mr. Rosen paused before slapping her hand away and unzipping her jeans, pushing the denim to the floor. “Even better.” He replied, before pushing her shirt up to reveal her bra. He pulled on the thin straps until they ripped from the cheap metal rings, and than unclasped the back. The ruined fabric fell to the desk and he reached around to cup her breasts in its place. He looked over her shoulder and laughed.

“You have some great tits Lana. What are these? Cup C? Mmmm…and they are firmer than they look.” He began to knead her breasts, fingers moving upwards to pinch her pink nipples to redness. Lana just let out another sob, afraid to scream. She didn’t want to get punched again; being pressed against the desk hurt her sore stomach enough already.

“I am going to fuck you hard Lana.” He growled, his hips grinding harder. “Gonna cum in you. You better make it good Lana. Better be worth the credit I am going to give you.”

She nodded, so afraid. He took this as the sign to let go of her chest and using his arms lifted her fully onto the desk, so her tits pressed against the wood as her head hung over the other side. He lifted her legs and pushed her fully onto of the desk, so she laid the length of it, and before she could try and crawl off-he had her flipped onto her back.

Josh pulled his pants and boxers off quickly, and heaved himself on the desk as well, straddling her hips. He waited a moment to see if the desk could take their combined weight, before he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled hers the rest of the way off. Josh looked to Lana’s very scared eyes, and leaned down to kiss her harshly again. She continued to not fight back: what a pity. He had wanted more of a response from her, but he wasn’t going to complain. She was making this easy.

With that thought, he hooked his thumbs under the elastic bands of her panties and lifted his hips so he could slide the last bit of clothing from her body. Lana let out a whimper, and lifted her hands to push against him again. “Please stop Mr. Rosen! I will take the D. Just please…please!”

Mr. Rosen slapped her across the face with a sigh. “You should learn that you must always finish an assignment you agree to take.”

“I never agreed to this!” She cried back, ignoring the pain of her cheek. He slapped her again as he positioned the head of his cock at her dry virgin pussy. She began to struggle more, the peaking point of this rape renewing her energy. Mr. Rosen nearly laughed-there was the spitfire he wanted!

“You said you would do anything, and this is what I chose!” With that, he clamped his lips on hers and shoved all 7 inches of his hard cock into her pussy, breaking her hymen in the process. His mouth swallowed her loud painful scream.

Mr. Rosen paused for just a moment, shocked that he had followed through in his desires-before he began to thrust. Her blood acted for lubrication in place of her arousal. At the moment he didn’t care about her pleasure, just his own. The desk creaked under the rock of their bodies, the force of his thrusts causing Lana’s tits to bounce as he fucked her raw. She continued to scream, and Mr. Rosen had moved his mouth away-thinking no one was there to hear the cries anyway.

He was wrong

All the other teachers had gone home to the weekend; even the principal and his secretaries had left. But some kids had decided it would be a good idea to pour their soda into the radiator, and so the custodian Mr. Cully had to stay behind in order to get rid of the mess. He was putting away his mops when he heard the screams from down the hall. He walked over to the classroom with a frown, and opened the door quickly.

Mr. Cully froze at the sight before him. Mr. Rosen was on top of his desk, fucking a blonde student he recognized-though he didn’t know the name of. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, and hers in pain.

“What the hell is going on here?!” He cried out once the shock filtered through his system. Mr. Rosen stopped mid-thrust, his muscles stiffening as his eyes flew open and he looked to the male in the doorway. Shit.

Lana’s eyes also opened, and she looked to the Custodian with a sob of relief. “Please h-help me.” She cried out weakly, her teacher’s savage ways having drained her energy.

Mr. Rosen pulled out of her bloody pussy, and moved to get up. “I can explain. I-I” He was at a loss for words, as visions of trials and jail time passed through his head.

Mr. Cully stepped forward. The 53-year-old male wiped his dirty hands on the front of his blue shirt, the front of which bulged out due to his slight beer belly. “You know I have to report this.” He asked as he looked to the man and than to the blonde.

Josh hung his head, and opened his mouth to speak when the older male interrupted him again. “I won’t…if you let me join.” The Custodian couldn’t help but realize how hot she was, especially as she laid there helpless. The custodian could already spot bruising on her stomach and on her cheek. He looked back to the teacher. “Well?”

Mr. Rosen was in shock again, and Lana’s eyes widened pitifully. “Of course.” Josh replied. He looked down to the blonde and flipped her onto her stomach with a yelp from her. He slid himself into her sore pussy once more as he put his hands onto her back, to press her tits against the desk. He was grinning now-not able to believe his luck. “Her mouth is all yours.”

”Please…no! Stop him no!” Lana began to babble, letting out another cry as Mr. Rosen began to thrust again. He reached forward and tugged on her ponytail as Mr. Cully undid his jeans and pulled his fat and semi-hard cock into sight. It was purple and ugly, and didn’t smell very pleasant. He shoved it into Lana’s face. “Suck it bitch.” He growled, and when she hesitated Josh pulled on her hair harshly. “Listen to him Lana, or your Extra Credit is going bye bye.”

She cried out again, but opened her mouth and Mr. Cully shoved the head of his cock past her lips. He look hold of her hair from the teacher, and used it to hold her head in place as he slid his length down her throat-ignoring her gags in the process.

Mr. Rosen let out a moan at the sight as he continued to abuse her pussy. The surprise had set him back in his rise to climax, but he was back on track as the Janitor nearly choked his student on his dick. Mr. Cully was also thrusting, and was moving to match Mr. Rosen’s rhythm so they impaled the girl at the same time.

It didn’t take much longer for Josh’s hips to start spasming out of control, filling Lana’s pussy with his cum. Mr. Cully followed soon after, his longevity shortened by the length of time it had been since he had such a sweet little mouth wrapped around his cock. He forced her to swallow his seed, as his hands knotted in her hair.

The pair pulled out of the girl. Lana let out a long groan, and as Mr. Rosen and Mr. Cully stepped from the desk, she curled into a ball.

Mr. Cully zipped up his jeans, and looked to Mr. Rosen. “I will leave this for you to clean up. Don’t worry-I won’t tell a soul what happened.” He grinned and waved as he left, knowing he had enough material to fuel his fantasies for a long while.

Still breathing hard, Josh watched Mr. Cully go. He turned his gaze to the sobbing Lana, her eyes glazed over in pain and shock. He merely shook his head and taking hold of her arms, pulled her off the desk and sat her on the chair.

Using tissues he cleaned off his bloody dick and dressed quickly. Lana didn’t move, didn’t speak. Mr. Rosen chuckled, and moved to the desk. The piece of paper was still there-though it wasn’t blank anymore.

Sweat had dampened it, and blood and cum had stained it. Using a red pen, he quickly wrote an A in the upper corner, with a “good work!” underneath. He picked it up and handed it to the girl, she looked to it and than him. Mr. Rosen smiled.

“I expect you won’t tell anyone else about this extra credit Lana. I don’t want the other students clamoring for ways to boost their grades. If I find out you told anyone…well. You can expect more D’s in your future.” His eyes flashed. “And from more than one teacher.” He turned to go. “See you on Monday. Don’t be late for class.”

He walked out of the classroom like that; as though he hadn’t left his student bruised, bleeding, and full of cum sitting on his chair naked.

Lana just watched him go, looked to the paper in her hand and burst into tears.
She wouldn’t ask for Extra Credit ever again.



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