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All characters in this series are fictitious, as are the encounters between characters. The boarding school is at the high-school level, and all characters involved in the stories are over the age of 18.
Part II: Extra Credit contains deep-throating, anal sex and some voyeurism.
For all her help with studying for biology over the past weeks, Amanda hadn’t been able to prevent Rob’s getting failing grade after failing grade. Trisha, the biology teacher, had asked Rob to come see her after class. Rob’s heart sank to his stomach when she’d asked, and he gave Amanda a sad look across the aisle.
“It’s okay, Rob,” she whispered to him. “We’ll just study harder next time.”
“Something tells me that’s not going to be enough for Trisha,” Rob told himself. “I just hope that there’s some way I can balance this out – I can’t afford to fail this class.”
Once class was over, everyone else left the room, and Rob slowly walked to Katherine’s desk, where Trisha was sitting. “She may only be filling in for Katherine, but she’s got enough authority to kick me out of the class,” Rob thought, concerned. Katherine was really showing now, and it wouldn’t be long before she took pregnancy-leave.
“Rob… Rob… I couldn’t believe my eyes when I read through your answers for the test. I’m just so disappointed. You are by no means a bad student, but something about biology seems to be difficult for you.”
Rob just nodded, silently.
“Now, I’m concerned for you, because I don’t think that this class is right for you. I think that biology could present a problem for you when it’s time for the final exams – and I don’t think that you should suffer just because you are having difficulties. Have you considered getting a tutor, or a study-partner?”
“I’ve been studying with Amanda the past few weeks, and it feels like I’m learning. I just can’t seem to do well on the tests.”
“I think that it’s a good idea for you to work with Amanda, so I recommend that you keep doing that. I could also give you some contact information for someone more… experienced, if you’d like?”
While he was worried what Amanda might think if he got a real tutor for biology, Rob knew that this was a decision he would have to make for himself. “Yes, I would appreciate it, thank you.”
Trisha took a sticky-note from the top drawer of the desk, and wrote down a name and a number.
The name and number were hers.
“Umm… are you suggesting that you tutor me?”
“I am, yes. After all, I’ve studied biology in University, and I am your teacher. I finished my study recently, so everything will still be fresh in my mind.”
“Is it allowed, though? I mean, because you are my teacher?”
“I think that it won’t be a problem. Now, I suggest that we start as soon as possible. Tomorrow night, in this classroom – 8 PM?”
“Thank you again,” Rob said. He wasn’t sure if having Trisha tutoring him was a good idea, but he couldn’t think of anything better himself.
The next day, Rob knocked on the door of the biology classroom at a few minutes to eight. Trisha opened the door for him, and held out her arm, bursa escort pointing him to a chair in front of her desk.
“Sit down, Rob. Let’s get started with this chapter on asexual reproduction in plants.”
Rob began to read, occasionally asking Trisha a question. After an hour, Rob’s head was beginning to hurt.
“Could we, maybe… I mean…”
“Take a break? Of course. The vending-machine is down the hall, if you’d like to get something to drink.”
Rob walked down the hall, and got himself a soda. He took a long drink from it before heading back.
When he got back to the room, the lights were off, and Trisha wasn’t around.
“Strange,” Rob thought. “She did say that we were only taking a break, not that we were done for the night, right?”
“You’re back.” Trisha’s voice came from behind the door. A small light went on behind him. Rob turned around, and his mouth dropped open. There was Trisha, alright, in only her underwear.
Not just underwear, even, but in red, lacy lingerie. A skimpy pair of panties, which looked to be a thong of the tiniest proportions, and a half-cup bra, Trisha’s light brown nipples and areolae in plain sight. Her legs seemed to go on forever, though that was probably a result of the thinnest of straps that held her thong in place.
“I… uh… what?” Rob stammered. He was so confused. Sure, he’d thought of Trisha in that way before – after all, she was a young and gorgeous brunette – but he hadn’t expected that anything like this would ever happen.
“I think, Rob, that studying harder for your biology tests is only one piece of the puzzle. It may help you with your finals, but your grade for the class will still be far lower than you deserve. How do you feel about some extra credit work?”
Rob didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her; her breasts, cupped and her nipples hard in the slightly cold, mostly dark room; her crotch covered in a tiny slip of red lace; her mouth parted and her eyes intensely staring at him. He could only nod.
“Well then…” Trisha said, and she took a few steps toward him. “Let’s see what we can get accomplished tonight.” She leaned in to kiss him.
Now that she’d kissed him, Rob woke up again; he couldn’t believe his good luck. He decided to go with it, and not hold back.
Trisha helped Rob take off his shirt and pants; she used her teeth to pull down his boxers, her eyelashes brushing his cock on the way down.
She began to suck his rapidly swelling dick – running her tongue up and down his shaft, in circles around his head, and sucking his balls into her mouth. She looked up at him, winked, and asked “Have you ever been deep-throated, Rob?”
Rob’s eyes opened wide – he must be dreaming. “No… I haven’t,” he managed to say.
Trisha put his cock in her mouth, and slowly moved her face toward his pelvis, inching his dick down her throat. She held him there for what seemed like forever. She slowly moved away from his cock again, and looked up at him. “How would you like to really earn your extra credit, Rob?”
Rob nodded, “Tell me how.”
“I’m going to suck you deep, again, but I want you to fuck my face. Can you do that for bursa escort bayan me?”
It sounded strange to hear her speak this way, but Rob was undeniably turned on. “Yes.”
She inched her face toward his pelvis again, his cock in her mouth. When she’d reached his lower abdomen with her nose, she leaned her head back slightly. She licked his balls with her tongue, moving her head back and forth slowly at first. She looked up at Rob, his dick still deep in her throat, and blinked her big, brown eyes twice. Rob, taking this as a signal, put his hands on the back of her head, his fingers in her shoulder-length brown hair, and started slowly pumping his cock back and forth, deep inside Trisha’s throat.
Trisha took his right hand with her left, and moved it to her throat. He could feel his cock inside her. She placed his hand in an inverted choke-position, and leaned forward, her nose scrunched up against the upper base of his shaft. She grabbed his ass with her own hands, and pulled herself further onto his dick. She retreated and thrust herself forward again, again and again. Rob knew that she wanted it rougher, and he thrust back and forth with her. Trisha’s gurgling sounds turned Rob on more than he would have expected, and he thrust harder, his eyes closed.
Trisha squeezed his ass, and Rob opened his eyes. Trisha was looking up at him, her mascara running. He pulled his cock out, and Trisha caught her breath. “My my, I think you deserve an A for that, Rob,” Trisha said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Rob helped Trisha to her feet, kissed her, and then trailed kisses down her 5’7″ body, then up again to her lips. He again trailed down past her throat and to her 30C sized breasts – the nipples and areolae in the open, pushed up to meet him in her half-cupped bra. He took them into his mouth, one by one. He squeezed her breasts together and flicked and pinched her nipples with his fingers and tongue, even using his teeth. Trisha gasped and moaned, pushing his face closer to her. She led him back to the desk, with his face still at her breasts, and she sat herself down. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him in closer.
Rob, gasping for breath, pulled his face back from her breasts, and moved his hands around to Trisha’s back, undoing the clasp of her lacy red bra. His hands trailed down her back to her ass. His guess had been right – her thong, in the back, was only three tiny straps, held together by a single ring. He leaned her back on the desk, so he could remove her thong.
She wasn’t completely bare, like Amanda, but Trisha had certainly given thought to her trimming. A small diamond of hair floated above her pussy – her lips were wet, and she spread them apart with her fingers, showing him her clit.
Rob dove forward with his face, burying his tongue in Trisha’s pussy, reaching deep inside her, and licking frantically in circles. Trisha came and came again, Rob’s face wet with her juices.
She brought his face to hers, and kissed him, licked his face to taste her own cum.
She turned him around, and sat him down on the desk.
“Let me ride you, Rob! I want your cock inside me!”
Rob helped her up onto the desk, and sat escort bursa her down on his rock-hard dick. She straddled him, and rode him hard – she thrust back and forth, up and down, climaxing again. Her perky breasts bounced in rhythm, mesmerizing Rob.
Trisha slowed down. “Rob, take me in the ass! Tell me you will!”
“Oh, yes! Let me fuck your ass!”
She lifted herself from his dick, and took his shaft in her right hand. She guided him to her anus – she was tight, but her juices on Rob’s cock helped him slide in. Trisha leaned back opening her legs wide – Rob could see her dripping pussy, and he could she his shaft sliding into her ass. She braced herself, placing her hands on the desk, and she thrust up and down on Rob’s cock. Her wet pussy danced up and down in Rob’s view; he reached out and rubbed her clit with his right thumb and index finger – squeezing and teasing Trisha to another climax.
Trisha lifted herself from him again, and stepped down from the desk. She took his hand, and helped him down too. She laid herself on the desk, on her back. Her head hung over the edge of the desk. “Fuck my face again, Rob, cum deep down my throat!”
Rob guided his swollen dick to her lips, and slid in – deep down her throat until her nose was buried between his balls. He fucked her face, his balls slapping against her face – his left hand on her tits, and the fingers of his right hand buried in her pussy. He thrust and thrust, moving his right hand to her throat.
He came hard, deep in her throat. He could feel his dick swelling in his climax, his cum shooting into her with his right hand on her throat.
“Well done, Rob,” Trisha gasped. “You’re well on the way to a better grade in biology – you’ve gotten yourself an A for this extra credit assignment.”
Katherine, the school’s biology teacher had come back to the school to gather some of her papers. While Trisha was a good replacement, for the length of Katherine’s pregnancy-leave at least, Katherine felt that she shouldn’t stop working just yet. It was what made her a good biology teacher in the first place: her dedication to keeping up with current developments in the field, studying hard as she would expect her students to do.
What Katherine could not have expected was what she found when she arrived at the school building that housed the science classes. The lights were off in nearly every classroom, but there was some light coming from the biology classroom. She inched slowly down the hall, careful not to make a sound – in case it was a burglar, or a student looking for the answer-sheets to the upcoming multiple-choice test.
She found a student, alright, but she was shocked to find him having sex with Trisha. While she intended to open the door, to catch them red-handed, she couldn’t help but be turned on by what was happening. She stood in the doorway, watching the events unfold.
Katherine touched herself in a way her husband hadn’t for a week – he was afraid that it might harm the baby. Even though the doctor had told them that there could be no bad effects, her husband would not have sex with her. “Trust me, it’s better this way,” he had said.
“Not better for me,” Katherine had thought, then. Now she was sure. Seeing Trisha and the student going at it convinced her that she needed sex now more than ever.
“And I know just how to get it…” she thought to herself, smiling.
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