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REPOST NOTE: This was my second attempt at a sex stories. I read some
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Angela was given a special note of praise at the end of term staff
meeting. As the youngest there and in her first year of teaching she
had been shy of putting herself forward in front of the other more
experienced teachers but they had all encouraged her.
"It's the most remarkable improvement I've ever seen." the headmaster
repeated, "Before your coaching this pupil averaged C- but he
consistently achieved A's within weeks of your extra coaching."
"And everyone knows I rarely hand out A's." smiled Mrs Worthing, head
of English. "How did you manage it?"
"I've always thought that teaching was a matter of motivation, of
incentive." Angela explained. "If you find something a person really
wants and offer that as a reward for their hard work they will strive
to achieve it, while at the same time the task becomes associated with
something pleasant, something to be looked forward to, so they are
eager to work not reluctant."
"Well I've never been a fan of these newfangled theories but it seems
to have worked for you. You must be glad I persuaded you to take this
on, you were most reluctant at first I remember." the headmaster said.
Angela smiled at him, vividly remembering that day.
At first she had been pleased at the idea of doing some extra
coaching and flattered that she had been personally asked for. She had
only taught the English class for a fortnight while Mrs Worthing had
been ill but apparently she had made an impression. And a pupil who
requested extra coaching must at least have some desire to learn. Then
the headmaster had told her the name of the pupil, Jake Carter, the
one pupil she went out of her way to avoid. He didn't look like a
schoolboy at all, he already had the body of a man, and the confidence
to go with it. He unsettled her because he didn't behave as a pupil
to a teacher but instead as if they were a and a woman. The
all threw themselves at him and she had overheard several lurid tales
of his sexual prowess. She had taken a deep breath and firmly told
herself that she was being silly. She walked past the library and into
the small room the headmaster had suggested she use. It was hardly
ever used and it's only furniture was an sofa, a desk and a single
chair. Jake was already in the room, sprawled on the sofa, effortlessly
dominating the small space. When she entered he gave a grin and looked
her over. He started at her feet, making her wish she had not worn high
heels today. Slowly his gaze travelled up the length of her legs, which
made her conscious of how short her skirt was and how bare her legs
were. Eventually he reached her and lingered there, his eyes
seeming to burn through the thin material of her blouse. He had then
stared at her mouth until despite herself she licked her lips, then he
finally looked into her eyes. Feeling annoyed with herself for just
standing there while he looked at her she had decided to be brisk and
"Good afternoon," she pretended to check her notepad, "Jake, is it?
You've asked for extra tutoring in English."
"That's right," he drawled, and she noticed that he avoided calling her
Miss Martin as the other students did.
"Well lets get started then. I think you will find it easier to work
if you sit at the desk."
"Certainly," he replied, standing and moving to the chair. As there no
other chairs to sit on Angela perched on the side of the desk. Her
skirt slid up to show more of her thighs and his eyes immediately
focused there. Trying to get comfortable she propped herself up with
her hand behind her, which unfortunately pulled her blouse tight
across her breasts, clearly outlining the nipples. Refusing to
acknowledge his appreciative gaze she took a deep breath and tried to
begin the tutoring.
"What has been found effective in cases such as yours is to arrange a
reward scheme as incentive. You get something you like if you get B's,
something you really like if you get A's. Do you understand?
"Yes, that seems like a very good idea."
"Right, so the first thing we will do is work out your incentives,
what you get for C, C+, B- etc."
"I've got a few ideas," he said, surprising her by standing up. Before
she could move he was standing close in front of her preventing her
from sliding off the desk. "How about for C+ I get a kiss."
Before she had chance to reply to his outrageous suggestion his lips
were on hers. He gently rubbed his mouth against hers at first,
then imperceptibly deepened the kiss. Sensation flooded her body and
without any conscious thought on her part she was clinging to his
shoulders, her mouth opening under his to welcome his tongue. When at
last he drew back she was weak-kneed and disorientated.
"For a B- I think your top should go." Jake continued, undoing the
buttons of her blouse.
"No Jake, stop it, this is totally inappropriate," she protested but
he ignored her, running his hands lightly over her exposed skin and
silencing her with another passionate kiss.
"A B should be rewarded with your skirt coming off," he suggested,
suiting his actions to his words.
"This is wrong, you have to stop……ohhhhhh," he was stroking his hands
along the inside of her legs, every touch sending shivers of pleasure
"B+ deserves the sight of your breasts," he continued, expertly
unhooking her bra. Her nipples were already hard and he wasted no time
before taking them in his mouth as his hands caressed her breasts. He
stroked and kneaded them, his tongue flicking from one nipple to the
other as she moaned with pleasure. Their sensitivity pleased him and
he became rougher, making her gasp and cling to him as he squeezed
them together so he could suck both nipples at once into his mouth.
All thought of maintaining an appropiate teacher to pupil relationship
had fled. The only things she was aware of were his hands and mouth on
her and the thrilling sensations they were creating. She was
helplessly writhing against him and hardly heard him murmur
"A- and you're totally naked."
He impatiently ripped away the lacy knickers she was wearing and
dropped to his knees in front of her, hooking her legs over his
shoulders. He nuzzled his face between her thighs, gently spreading
her lips with his fingers to expose her clit. He blew across it making
her cry out at the unexpected sensation. Then he took it in his mouth,
stroking his tongue along it, it, grazing it with his teeth
as her cries became louder until she came. Still he didn't release her
but now he slid a finger inside her. She was hot and wet and swollen
and he soon slid another finger in, his tongue swirling around her
clit still. He finger-fucked her relentlessly until again she came,
her clenching around his fingers. He licked up the flood of
juices oozing out of her cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into
her ass-hole or as the whim took him. Again the shudders were
beginning deep inside her and she gave a moan when he withdrew his
mouth from her pussy.
"For an A I get to fuck you," he told her, quickly undoing his
trousers. His cock sprang out, and throbbing and just as big as
she had heard. Firmly gripping her hips he positioned himself then
thrust into her in one smooth movement. Even though his fingers had
loosened her up the size of his cock still stretched her. He pulled
out, then slid back in, going deep inside her. Eagerly she wrapped her
legs around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper inside. He slid
back out then slammed back into her, smiling at her gasp. Surprising
her, he grabbed her legs and swung them over his elbows. Her legs
spread wide and high he began thrusting deep into her, swivelling his
hips with each thrust. She raised her hips to meet each thrust as he
slammed faster and faster into her. She was crying out each time
his cock rammed into her cunt, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Faster and deeper he went until with a scream she came, convulsing
around him. He pulled his cock out of her and pulled her off the desk.
Turning her around and bending her over the desk he slammed back into
her dripping cunt. She braced her arms against the desktop and eagerly
met each thrust. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, squeezing
them each time he plunged his cock into her. Within moments he came
and the feel of his cock jerking deep inside her triggered off another
orgasm. As they collapsed on the desk, both gasping for breath, she
firmly resolved to make sure he got as many A's as possible.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, 1998
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