Extra Help

byUnplugged©

She was an uncommon beauty. One of those rare individuals that seem to have it all. Her name was Tiara, a senior in my British Literature class. She had recently moved to the States from her family home in Brazil. And I for one was glad. She moved down the hall of our high school like a dream, turning the heads of all the underclassmen and most to the male faculty. She wore the most provocative outfits, the shortest of skirts that revealed her milk chocolate thighs and tight half shirts that showed off her flat stomach and a very sexy bellybutton ring.

Despite all of her physical advantages, she still was struggling with my course and the English language in general and she was a regular visitor to my desk with questions about this author or that meaning of a word or phrase. I looked forward to these visits. I understood the danger of my infatuation but I could not help it, nor could I control it. I was under her spell. Her sensuousness was consuming me.

I found myself singling her out when I roamed about the room offering advice on some writing project or the other. Kneeling at her desk pointing out trivial mistakes. It was all a ruse to be near her. Her perfumed hair intoxicated me. It fell in washboard-curled waves over her shoulders, caressing her skin as it went. It aroused sexual feelings in me that my wife had not awakened in years. I found myself getting an erection as I knelt next to her. I had no control. None. I was lost. I had to have her. The job be damned.

I suggested that she come back after school for some extra help. I told her that she need to do well this term so colleges would be interested in her. She thanked me and asked if the next day would be ok for me. I told her it would. The idea that I would be alone with her was almost too much to bare. The next 24 hours dragged by.

She arrived right at 2:30. She was wearing jeans so tight that they had to have been painted on and a tank top blouse just as tight. Her nipples could easily be seen poking against the fabric, perfect, hard, seemingly in a constant state of arousal. I immediately grew hard. I dared not move from behind my desk. She pulled a students chair next to my desk, placing it backwards and sat astride it. I swallowed hard. Her cunt was only two feet from me. It was too much to handle. I started to mumble something about Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales and their meaning as she stared into my eyes. She seemed to not be listening. "Have you heard a word I've said?" I asked.

"Not really," she answered with a broad smile. "I was looking at your eyes. They are, how you say, very sexy."

I couldn't believe she had said that. "I thought you came for extra help?" I managed to mumble.

"I would rather get extra help in another subject. And I think you can help me." She purred.

She leaned toward me. Her lips were only inches from mine. I was in a panic. I had fantasized this, but never really expected it to happen. She was a student, I a teacher.

"I know you want me. I could tell I excited you when you came to my desk. I could see what you tried to hide under your pants. I have had a crush on you for a long time myself."

I could say nothing. I must have been in shock as her lips electrocuted me back to reality. She somehow rose from her seat without breaking off the kiss and sat on my lap, her legs now on either side of mine. I could feel my erection pressing against her. My arms wrapped around her waist and I pulled her to me, crushing her breasts against my chest. Our tongues danced to a samba beat in each other's mouth.

"Take me!" she moaned.

"Here?" I asked in panic. "What if someone comes in?"

"I don't care. I must have you now. And you must have me. I know. You cannot say no to me"

She was right. The point where I could stop this had passed weeks ago. I was hers. She knew it. I knew it. She pulled her top over her head, freeing her breasts and with both hands pulled my head to them. I sucked wildly at her nipples. Lapping and nipping at them. She ground her hips into my cock and I could feel the heat of her cunt through the denim. Standing, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, stepping out of them. Her pussy was bare, shaved clean, the lips pursed out and wet. I pushed her back onto my desk, pushing books and papers aside and raised her knees with my hands. I leaned to her, letting the heady aroma of her sex swirl around me as I went. My mouth covered her, my tongue separated her, diving into her cunt, bathing in the juices of her passion. I sucked her clit into my mouth, batting it back and forth with my tongue as little spasms rocked her body. My fingers found easy entrance, sliding first one than two, than three into her pussy. She said just one word. "Yes!" and threw her head back as I continued to eat her. Her hips started to circle against my mouth and one hand pulled my face deeper to her. The gyrations increased until, at last, she exploded, wildly fucking my face to her orgasm. I sat back, licking my lips, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy. She smiled a wicked smile and said, "Your turn, teach!"

She dropped to her knees in front of me and quickly undid my pants, pulling them around my ankles. My cock sprang up in front of her. It throbbed and ached. She grabbed it with both hands and started to rub along the length of it, her thumb passing over the tip with every ascent. A drop of pre-cum pooled at its tip. She leaned forward and with a flick of her tongue lapped me clean. Her tongue circled her lips, spreading the lubrication. And suddenly I was in her mouth. She hesitated at the tip and then without warning, she swallowed me, her lips brushing against my stomach and balls. My heart nearly stopped as I felt my cock slam against the back of her throat. She started sucking me in and out of her mouth while her hand jerked me off. I knew that she would not have to wait long for my explosion. I pumped my hips into her face with increasing speed as I fought against the inevitable. Both of my hands were on the back of her head, entwined in her beautiful hair. Now I uttered a single word, "Yes!" as my cock rocketed stream after stream of hot cum down her throat. She sucked harder, swallowing as much as she could and letting what she couldn't dribble out of the seal her lips had on my cock and down her chin. I was spent. She rocked back on her knees and smiled that little evil grin, swiped her finger across her chin coating it with my cum and with a wink licked it from her finger. She stood and quickly dressed, as did I.

"I have to catch the late bus. Do you think I could come for extra help again tomorrow?" she asked with a grin.

I smiled back, "If you want that A, I think you'd better plan on help everyday."

She turned and walked toward the door, looked back over her shoulder and said, "I really want that A, teach!" And she was gone.

Teaching will never be the same now that Tiara has graduated. But what an incredible year. *S*

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