After School Tutoring

Looking for a female student, first come, first serve. Looking for someone who is a fairly good writer.
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Taylor Yven
Late 20's
Biology Teacher
Well toned body with soft tan from being back from Spring Break
Dark blonde hair
Blue eyes
Large Package
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Taylor had entered his 8th hour, 12th grade class. Unlike freshmen biology, in senior biology becase the sex rate is so high in 18 years olds, the district decided that a somewhat newer biology class would be taught to senior involving just about everything about sex and life.

He started writing up a question about the previous nights reading assignment. "If humans never had invented deoderant, what things would be different?". He sat at his desk and awaited his class to enter. One student, then more piled in.

OOC: I'm interested, if you wouldn't mind giving me a moment or two to whip up a post.

OOC: Perfectly fine with me. Thanks for joinin

Name: Sara MacArthur
Age: 18
Hair: Flame red to her waist, thick and wavy, silky
Eyes: Clover Green
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 105 lbs.
Build: Curvaceous, petite, delicate looking


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Entering her last class of the day, Sara MacArthur hummed softly. She was one of the last to enter, her trek long as it brought her from the complete opposite side of the building where she had choir practice. Wearing a pair of form fitting khaki colored hip huggers and a robin's egg blue baby tee, she completed the look with a pair of tiny white sneakers, kept impeccably clean, her hair pulled into a high ponytail atop her head.

She was pretty, very much so in fact, her Irish blood showing true in her pale skin and intensely colored eyes and hair. Only a slight sprinkle of tiny freckles dotted her nose and cheek bones, giving her an innocent look. Her parents were both from Ireland, and had moved here in their early twenties, shortly after marrying, to attend college. Deciding they liked the states better, they'd obtained their citizenship and began a family. She was an only child, well loved, and despite their money, she wasn't a spoiled rich girl. In fact, if it weren't for the large house they had, most would never guess how much money the family actually had.

Taylor

Sra was his best student, very pretty looking, well hot if he was outside of school.She did everything a good student should do: ask questions, try and get help, even study. Strangely however, her grades have been slipping. Although she did hold on to a low B but if she didn't have her homework with her, that grade would move to a C+. Alot of schools would be okay with it but the ones she wanted to get into, which he discovered after he talked with her councelor. As the bell rang, he stood.

"Okay class, I know you are all excited about being back at school after Spring Break, bet you guys were all bored huh? Yeah I thought so, now, I told you the week before we left thats there was just one question I wanted answered." Taylor pointed at the board. "If humans never had invented deoderant, what things would be different?" A simple question about us, and your personal selves. However I wanted a plain page written so please, bring'em up. I promise you guys, the grade will not be huge, however if you are borderline and this does bring you down, come up and see me and we can work things out."

Students began searching through their stuff for that one paper...

Sara had done her homework... she knew she had. She'd written it the day school let out for break, wanting to make sure she didn't forget. She couldn't allow herself to forget, after all... All her colleges required at least an A average. She could handle one or two B's, but nothing lower than that.

Rifling through her notebook, she searched hastily for the paper she knew she'd written with a growing sense of panic. Where was it? She'd spent two hours thinking it out and writing it... and now she couldn't find it! She had to fight back tears as she sat there, having rifled through three different books in hopes she'd simply put it in the wrong one... but it wasn't there.

Shaking her head, she put her head in her hands and closed her eyes, leaning her elbows on her desk and breathing a shaky sigh. Mother and Father would not be pleased. She only hoped he was serious about being able to work something out. Perhaps extra credit, or he'd let her turn it in late?

He noticed Sara never came up and he sighed. Class went on as normal, however at the end of the hour, he anounced before everyone left. "Sara, if you could stick around, I'd like to talk to you." Everyone looked at her but didn't have time to say anything as the bell rang. He had nowhere to go, no meetings, nothing. He kept everything out on the desk and sat at his computer, putting in grades. He came to Sara's and put in 10 points out of 20. It braught her grade down to a 78%. He sighed and looked over at her as she approached.

"Sara, we need to talk about your grade..."

Sara froze when he spoke of her staying after, and a deep blush colored her cheeks as all eyes turned on her. Sighing some, she slid her books into her bag as everyone filed out, and then stood, moving to his desk at a slow pace, obviously not at all thrilled and seeming to dread what she knew was coming. At his talk of her grades, she hung her head, a look of shame on her face. "Yes, sir..." came her soft reply. "I wrote that paper... I swear I did... but I can't find it. I did as soon as I got home the day school let out so I wouldn't forget... But I have no idea where it is..."

Tears were brimming in her eyes, but she held them back valiantly. She knew that excuses isn't what he wanted... he wanted answers, results. She was capable of so much better, she knew, but she'd been stretched to her limit lately with classes and performances in choir and theatre and college trips and interviews... It was all getting to be too much. And to make it worse, the boy she'd been dating for almost four years had dumped her three days before break, saying he needed to be alone, only to have Sara find him making out with one of the girls on the cheerleading squad the day school let out.

He offered her a seat and she gladly took it. "Now I'm not going to give the famous grade speach. I understand how hard things are nowadays, I was in school only four years ago, plus I graduated from here, so believe me, I know things here. Now, I did see you start writting that paper, that's why I gave you partial credit. Also, I'm giving a warning, your grade is currently at a 78%."

He never gave out extra credit unless it was totally neccessary and he believed, this was that time. "I rarely give out extra credit, obviously, and I know kids complain but you'll be the first. However, I need to know what is bothering, what is you don't understand and if I can help. I will tutor you so that you can bump this grade back up to an A by the end of the semester. I need to know what you think would be the best way to get that grade up. Your grade is now your choice"

This was after all her grade, if she proved that the extra credit she would pick supported the class and helped her understand, then the grade would go up, if not, she'd have to pick another. Whatever she would choose would effect her grade. They were in the old wing of the school so no would be down here for quite awhile. He'd been in here for 2 hours after school and not one person came in. He looked at her and the teen still inside him got excited, it betrayed him, causing to grow.

Sara sighed, bowing her head and fidgeting, wringing her hands in her lap as he spoke, dreading the results of not having that assignment. When he told her her percentage, her heart dropped and she could already see the promises of those colleges slipping away, out of her reach. But then he spoke of extra credit and she lifted her head, looking at him carefully, unsure if he was serious or not.

"I... I'm not really sure... I mean... I understand most of it..." she stammered, mind spinning as she fought to think of something that she could do to get her grades up. "Not all of it, of course... but I don't think its possible to understand everything in a class like this... not without having lived through some of the stuff we talk about..."

She had always been quiet during the sex talks, never asked many questions and never answered many either, instead staying unusually quiet compared to how she normally acted. "I'm really not sure what I can do, sir..." she finally said, a defeated look coming over her face.

"Well, how bout we start off with simple stuff. Tell me how sex works, in your own words, you don't need to be descriptive, just tell me what you know." He realised he didn't have any examples. His dick was only half hard but if anyone looked at the area, they'd notice it. He shifted a bit, and looked at her intently.

This was where she clammed up. A deep blush colored her cheeks, and she looked down some, wringing her hands all over again, obvious anxiety in her actions. "I... well... I mean..." she stammered, then finally gave a heavy sigh. "I don't." Not looking up, she hoped he would understand what she meant. "I don't know... how it works." Class discussions had almost always been revolving around experiences people had had, and the outcomes of sex, and that's why she'd never had anything to put in. She honestly didn't know how it worked, having always backed out of the chance to find out with her ex because she was too afraid.

This would explain the C, he thought. He looked at her for a moment and then sighed. "Before you continue, your willing to do anything to bring this grade up correct?" He went to the door and secretly locked it. "We are both adults and understand one another. Today, this would just be a teaching, only hands on. Unfortunitly, I did not bring any examples to show today, I'm sorry. However, if your willing to continue, we can discuss this with real specimens. If you feel uncomfortable, let me know. This is your grade."

He sighed, perhaps hands on experience would be the best way to show her how things work. Although she was his student in the day, afterwards, they were both adults.

When he asked her if she was willing to do anything to bring the grade up, Sara nodded quickly. "Anything, Mr. Yven," she answered as she moved her head in an affirmative nod. She wasn't sure how in depth he planned to get with this lesson, but she reasoned anything was better than having that C come back on her report card, and having all those colleges turn her away. Anything was better than seeing the disappointment on her parent's faces.

She watched as he moved to the door, then back to her, but was still nodding. "I just want to get my grade back up... I can't afford a C... I'll do whatever I need to," she said, turning those trusting green eyes on him.

"First, I believe, we should start with the penis, or also known as the cock." He dropped his trousers, revealing his semi hard penis which looked only about 8 inchs. "Now, most men your age, aren't done growing so they'll probably be smaller than this, I'm above average so don't be alarmed. You'll notice I've been circumsized. Go ahead and feel." He stepped closer to her to examine his penis. "It won't bite you."

He smiled, this would be interesting, he thought. "Now, there are presure points all around the penis to make it hard for sexual intercourse. Usually before that however, oral sex, hand jobs or other sexual things, not involving the other's sex is involved. Feel free to explore."

She hadn't expected anything so... straight forward. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him now half naked, his flaccid cock hanging there. She knew men were at their biggest when all the way hard, and she could tell he wasn't hard... but still he looked so big.

When he began to speak, she tried hard to concentrate on what he was saying, but found herself staring at his cock. He'd told her not to be alarmed at the size, but she couldn't help it. What little she knew about intercourse, she knew that eventually one of those would go inside of her. What if her first were that big? She'd never be able to fit him, she decided.

But then he told her to explore. Lifting those wide eyes to his own, she blushed a deep pink before finally summoning her courage and lifting a hand to touch him gently, running just the tips of her fingers over him.

He closed his lips tightly, enjoying her soft touch against his dick, making it grow alittle bit larger. He noticed a bit of precum start to come out. "Don't be alarmed by the leak, it happens, it usually means the man is excited. There is usually a very sensitive spot under that is incredible to a man. Feel free to explore it, I give you premission to do anything you want with it until I say stop, alright and depending on how I feel you accomplished, I will give you points." He was very straight foreward with her, no bullshit.

He was expecting a fuck but if it came to it and she agreed, he'd show her what exactly to do.

Glancing at him, the Irish beauty bit her lower lip for a moment and pondered over his words. Finally though, she moved her hand to wrap it around him, careful to be gentle. Giving it a few stroaks of her hand, she lifted her eyes to watch his face, licking her lips some as a familiar heat started between her legs. She knew she was getting a bit wet, something that while it hadn't happened often, she knew the feeling of rather well.

Touching him like this, seeing how he was stiffening up with her ministrations, it all turned her on quite a bit. After a few more stroaks, she brought up her free hand and ran her fingertips over his sac, caressing it gently while still stroaking his cock.

His cock had reach it's maximum, her hand only reached around 3/4 of him it was about 9 1/2 inchs long. He smiled as he stroked it but once she touched his sac he sighed. "When playing with a mans balls, it eventually intensifies his orgasm, which we'll talk about later. Also, for playing with my balls, you get extra points." He smiled, as long as she could just about bring him to the breaking point, he would stop her. He one more lesson before they continued on.

Sara was unsure if those words meant he wanted her to continue on or not, so finally she summoned up the courage and leaned forward. She'd heard of oral sex before, and knew the basics of what it meant for a girl to perform it on a guy.

Opening her mouth, she allowed her tongue to slide out, and licked that drop of precum off the head of his dick. It was salty sweet and heady, almost like a thick alcohol to her senses. Moving her head, she placed her tongue at the base of his cock before sliding it up the length, eyes lifting to look at his face as she worked to pleasure him.

Once she reached the head, she opened her mouth wide and took him in, though she couldn't take much, she did try. Suckling and licking at him to make up for it, she continued to stroak what she couldn't get into her mouth.

For someone who had never done this before, she was doing quite well. He stroked her hair a second or two. As soon as she seemed to find a rythm, he stopped her. "Obviously, you found my sensitive spots, because you probably noticed how hard the penis becomes. Now, for the next part, the vagina. In order for this to work, I am going to need you become naked, if not comfortable with this, then by all means, we can stop and I can leave the grade at a B-."

He awaited her answer, his cock rarely ever went down after stimulation, perhaps it was because he worked out from time to time, he didn't know but it hung between his legs, still hard, as well as the oversized ballsac. He saw her stand up and worried if she would say enough is enough.

When he stopped her and pulled away, Sara was at first afraid that she hadn't done well and that he was stopping the lesson early. But then he said she had indeed done well, and she blushed deeply. It hadn't been as difficult as she thought. The hardest part of all this was getting over the nervousness.

And then he requested she remove her clothes. For a moment she just sat there, a deep blush coloring her cheeks, mind reeling as she attempted to decide if she wanted to go through with it or not.

After a few more moments, though, she reasoned that this would be her first experience with a man doing anything of a sexual nature with her... why not learn from someone who knew from age and experience?

Standing, she hesitated a moment before kicking her shoes and socks off, then pulled off her top, revealing her firm, perky breasts straining against a white satin bra. Setting the shirt aside, she left the bra on for now and then shimmied out of her pants, revealing the white bikini-cut panties she had. Standing there, she looked as innocent as could be, the white fabric giving her that pure, virginal look.

After another moments hesitation though, she, with trembling fingers, reached behind her to unsnap her bra and pull it off, setting it aside. Her breasts were full, still firm with youth, and tipped with a pair of rosy pink nipples that grew hard as the cool air moved over them.

Next came her panties, revealing that her pussy was nice and shaved, completely hairless. Standing there, she fidgeted as if unsure what to do, and wondering why she was naked and he wasn't.

Considering all fairness, he stripped his remaining clothes. He helped her sit up on his desk. He went around, looking for something and finally came back with a mirror. "Okay, this is probably going to be easier for you now. So, you've probably felt yourself up maybe once or twice, noticed how sensitive your nipples are. Well, play with them for a while, as well as your breasts." As she began to play he smiled, she was doing well and he noticed her breathing become more...deep.

He grab a cooshin (sp?) off of the couch and placed it under his knees when he placed his hands on her knees. "Now, I'm just going to open your legs." He spread them apart, revealing her pussy to him, he licked his lips. He had to get the information out of the way first. "First off, this is your vagina, or as you teens call it, pussy." He placed the mirror near her pussy so she could see.

He placed a finger on the lips of it and started moving them to the side, showing the pinkness inside. THere were also, traces of moistness and wetness and it took him a second to realize that her clit was coming out. "Oh and for one of the most important things with a girl. Inside her pussy is called a gspot, a verysensitive spot that we'll get to later, induces your orgasms about ten fold or more. Anway, the clit, which you can see here pokes out alittle. Probably the most sensitive part on you, simply by rubbing it will things become, incredible I guess you could say. Now, I'm going to slip a finger inside you, we'll discuss the gspot some other time. For now, feel how it goes in and out of you and just enjoy the feeling." He placed his middle finger in his mouth and got it wet and started to move it slowly inside her pussy. He didn't want to break her hymen...yet if he had the chance. He started to slide in and out. "How does this feel Sara?"

She watched as he disrobed, and couldn't help but admit he was a very attractive man. Very attractive, even naked. The cock that was between his legs wasn't nearly as frightening any more as it had been when she'd first gotten it all the way hard, as she reasoned she didn't really need to worry until he tried to put it inside of her.

Sitting on the desk, she sat with her legs together at first, and did as she was told, playing with her breasts. Oh indeed she'd certainly played with herself before, but nothing too indepth. Rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she gave her breasts a squeeze now and then, breathing growing deeper as her desire built.

And then he was kneeling between her legs, spreading them, exposing her virgin pussy to him.The lips parted some, being spread, and she watched in the mirror, shuddering some as he moved his finger back and forth between them, showing her the glistening pink skin there. Her breathing was a bit shaky, and she soon had to brace her hands behind her, leaning on them as she watched.

When he slid his finger inside of her, she let out a soft gasp, then slowly let that breath out in one slow exhale. Her walls were tight around him, and the further into her his finger got, the wetter she became, soft whimpers soon sounding from her lips. "Good..." she answered, unsure she could say much more than that.

"Now hold on while I play with your clit." With his thumb, he gently pressed her clit and flicked it back and forth, rubbing hard, then soft, then hard. He looked up at her, her body shaking. He didn't think she had ever done this part and just smiled as he kept on doing it and if she didn't know any better, once or twice, he felt her grip his finger really hard as she came. "Now, do you think you could handle a mouth?"