Extra Tuition

Schoolgirl and the Teacher.

School finished nearly twenty minutes ago and most of the school has been abandoned. You however are still working in your classroom to catch up on your grades. They’ve been slipping lately.

I return to the classroom and the sight of you in pigtails drives me wild. Parent-Teacher relationships are strictly forbidden so I busy myself and sit down at my desk to mark exam papers. Punishment for my x-rated thoughts.

As I flick through the boring and continuous pages of the exams I can’t help but notice that as you shuffle your feet about the floor your already short skirt rises further and further up your leg to reveal the soft, smooth skin of your thighs. But you’re so young, so innocent, I can’t possibly look. Can I?

My sight flickers back between the exam papers on my desk and the legs underneath yours. There’s only one clear winner but is the prize unattainable? If only there was some kind of sign to let me know. I’d be risking so much on just walking over to you.

There it is, the sign I was waiting for. Your face scrunches up as you reach a question that you can’t conquer. After all I’m a teacher, why shouldn’t I help. It is my job.

I walk over and stand behind you. Your sweet perfume fills my nose and something about it reminds me of innocence. Maybe this was supposed to be a deterrence I just don’t care anymore. I’m so close to what I want and I won’t let you escape my grasp.

“Can I help you?” I ask. If only you knew what I originally planned on saying.
“Maybe,” At least I think that’s what you said. My attention was being drawn to your slightly unbuttoned shirt. From where I was standing I could see straight through to your bra.

It clung to your breasts so tightly. They were pushed upwards to form a perfect, inviting cleavage. I couldn’t keep up the charade any longer as I could feel myself growing harder underneath my trousers. Luckily you hadn’t noticed and this gives me time to think of the right way to approach you.

Still wanting to appear as the caring teacher I place my hand onto your shoulder and lean down to apparently gain a better look at the work you are doing. This may have been so if the sight of your breasts almost wanting to burst out of your bra wasn’t still in my eye line.

My obvious advance makes you nervous and unwittingly you give me the perfect reason to indulge myself by loosening your grip on the pen you are holding. It falls onto the seat between your legs as if it is putting my thoughts into practice.

You begin to reach down to recapture your pen but I don’t let you. My grip tightens on your shoulder and your arm freezes. Slowly I slide my hand down your arm and follow it underneath the table. As it passes over your bare skin I can feel the little hairs stand on end. Nervously or with excitement? Only the next few seconds would be able to tell.

My hand continues down onto the seat of your chair and instead of picking up the pen I push it out of the way. The sound of the pen crashing to the floor causes you to breathe deeper. You must be able to sense what’s coming.

With you now in a state of trance I slowly and gently trace my fingers up the outside of your thong from its base at the seat to just above your clit. I watch as you bite your lip as the cold material presses itself against you and sends a pleasurable tingle throughout.

You seem slightly rigid almost as if you have never been touched in this way before. You probably haven’t, I’m probably your first.

My forefinger gently traces circles back and forth over your thong, over your clit. You let out several sighs of pleasure and these do nothing but encourage me to apply more pressure. Within seconds small patches of wetness seep through your thong and onto my finger. I wait until just a single droplet has formed on my fingers tip before slowly lifting my hand from underneath the table and slowly running it over my bottom lip.

The second I experience the sweet, stickiness that your arousal produces I am hooked. Wanting to taste more I firmly take hold of your hand and lead you out of your chair and over towards my desk. You don’t seem to resist or hesitate; I have exactly what I want.

Upon reaching my desk I dominantly lift you up and sit you down onto it. You sit up straight and remove the small bands that keep your hair in the adorable pigtails. You sweep your hair back before placing your hands down onto the desk to steady yourself.

I position myself between your legs and scan down your body. “You’re so beautiful.” Still nervous you reply with just a giggle.

I lean forwards and kiss your neck just below your ears. My kisses gradually lower until I’m kissing the base of your neck. As my head lowers towards your chest I feel your legs tighten around my waist. Your hips writhe around and rub you against my throbbing erection. Finally you’re finding your feet.

Although your latest move is much welcomed it restricts my movement. To counter this I pull my head from your chest and gently nibble the lobe of your ear. At the same time my hands unbutton your shirt and firmly cup both of your breasts through you bra.

Once again taking the initiative you transfer your weight to one hand and with your free one unbuttons your bra. It loosens in my hand and as I look at you as a kind of thank you the same giggle as before surfaces.

I allow your bra to fall off of your breast to reveal is smooth firmness. Your small nipples stand semi-erect. My mouth hovers just above your nipple and I look up at you as my tongue lowers out of my mouth and playfully flicks at it. Several tongued circles later and your nipple is fully erect. Not wanting to move on just yet I gently and carefully close my teeth around it and move my head up; slightly pulling it away from you.

The sweetness of earlier returns to the front of my mind and an overwhelming urge fills every inch of my body.

Within seconds your legs are removed from my waist and are nestled on the well of my shoulder. The damp patches on your white thong stand out as dark patches and methodically I lash out with my tongue at each and every one. Your confidence grows as do your moans of pleasure.

I want you so much and the only remaining barrier is now halfway down your thigh and getting lower. The last inch of fabric graces past your toes and I throw your thong clear of the vicinity.

Kisses travel up from your ankle onto your thigh, your inside leg. You once again position yourself atop my shoulders as my lips leave your thigh permanently.

Gently I suck around your clit, teasing it into revealing itself from its hood. With my thumbs I firmly squeeze by its side and in an almost pop it stands looking back at me, wanting more. The tip of my tongue grazes over the bare, fresh, sensitive flesh and by the way that your tightness fluctuates its clear to see you want more.

Not one to disappoint I don’t stop. For several minutes I do nothing but allow my tongue to gently and soothingly fall about you in a spontaneous yet so pleasing manner.

As my tongue gradually moves lower the sweetness grows more intense and your breathing heavier. I watch as you loosen as the relaxing and euphoric effects of your first ever orgasm take a hold of you.

My fingers twitch for action so as you sit there, your wetness glistening as the light bounces off of you I slide my finger inside. Even though my fingers are of average size I can feel your immense tightness all around me.

I begin to vibrate my hand as it rests, cupped against you. The collage of feelings enhances your orgasm and not wanting it to stop your hips once again start to writhe. My inserted finger momentarily graces your g-spot on several occasions the power seems to shift to your control.

Your moans of pleasure intertwined with heavy breathing completely shatter all remains of my previous inhibitions and this finally feels so right.

Your writhing is replaced by a pushing down onto my fingers and wanting to please I wait until you have raised yourself nearly completely off of my finger and reinforce it with another. You push back down and this time you find yourself sitting with two fingers fully inserted deep inside of you.

Your virgin tightness squeezes against my fingers but only for a few seconds because soon an influx of wetness lubricates you to such an extent my fingers slide in and out with ease. And although the tightness was greatly received the new lubrication opens the door for extra speed. My fingers thrust in and out of you faster and faster.

Before long my throbbing erection grows uncontrollable and immediately after loosening my trousers lone button it bursts out with some force.

You look down and your mouth drops open at the sight of your first erection. Nine and a half inches of pure man. I grab a hold of myself and slowly begin to pleasure myself. I look beside you and notice that the fingers are twitching excitedly against my desk.

I peel your hand from where it lays and lead you onto me. At first your movements are rigid and unsteady but with a few encouraging smiles and lip biting you soon get into your stride.

As you continue to pleasure me I lift your legs and position them on the desk at each side of you. Instinctively your grip around my erection loosens and you arch backwards expectantly.

I edge forwards between your legs and soon the head of my erection presses against your wetness. Slowly I penetrate you. Your mouth opens wide and your eyes close as I push myself deeper and deeper into you. In a matter of seconds you have lost your virginity and taken nine and a half inches all the way inside of you.

I pull myself back out of you and teasingly penetrate then remove several times over. You let out a scream as I bring you to another orgasm. At it’s peak I thrust myself deep inside. Your cum trickles down me as I pull you tightly against me. Our bodies connected and intertwined.

You rewrap your legs around my waist as I thrust into you harder and harder. Your moans of pleasure fill the classroom and my ears with absolute delight…