("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  All rights reserved. Thank you for your 
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

Tutoring gone... Right?
by Anonymous (no address provided)

***

A 16 year old girl goes in for tutoring and gets more 
than she expected but everything she wanted from her 
tutor. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral, rom)

***

It was Friday after noon and all he wanted was to get 
home after a long day of teaching. He was fresh out of 
college, only 26 years old, which tended to cause 
problems when you're a male teacher, seeing as all the 
young hot girls put in a torturous effort to get his 
attention. What made things worse, was that the dress 
code policy was extremely laid back. Basically as long 
as they all had both a top and bottoms and shoes on, 
they were fine. What that meant was sitting though 
period after period of miniskirts and very low cut 
tank tops that showed off tanned stomachs. 

At first, it was difficult to even get through the day 
without getting a hard on. Soon, though, he realized 
that as soon as half the girls opened their mouths, 
what was one moment a raging hard on, the next became 
as soft as if he had just walked into a nursing home. 

Dumb girls just were not his thing. Or at least not 
dumb girls who put in no effort. He respected the 
students that maybe didn't pass with a 4.0 and 
struggled through their courses, but they made a 
strong effort to learn the material. That was the type 
of girl that he could get a hard on from, and still 
maintain respect. Unfortunately (or maybe not), no 
such girl had walked through his door all semester. 

The worst part about being a first year teacher though 
in a small school, it automatically meant he got to be 
the after school tutor for students that needed the 
extra help, Monday through Friday which meant at 4 o 
clock on a beautiful spring afternoon, he was cooped 
up inside a stuffy classroom that was empty apart from 
him. He had a few students stop in every now and again 
during the week, but not once all year had anybody 
come in on a Friday. And he didn't blame them; even he 
didn't want to be here. So, he sat at his desk 
checking his Facebook while staring at a dull empty 
classroom. 

"Mr. Harson?" The voice nearly knocked him out of his 
chair. He knew there was no faculty left or any 
students for that matter, well except this one. When 
he looked up, he once again almost fell out of his 
chair. The girl standing in his doorway was surely not 
in any of his classes, he would have noticed her. She 
had long brown hair, bright green eyes, and an average 
body. Her chest was not significantly large, her 
stomach not noticeably flat, nothing in particular 
stood out. But she had a raw natural beauty that she 
didn't cover up with pounds of makeup, nor was she 
dressed like a slut like many of his female students 
(well maybe all of his female students). 

She had on a thin layer of eye liner that made her 
eyes pop, and he could tell she also had on chap stick 
because of the slight shin of her soft pink lips. She 
wore a simple pair of jeans that fit her well bright 
blue hoodie with flip flops. He could tell she had not 
put a lot of thought into the outfit, but he liked 
that, a lot. 

"Ummm, oh yeah, that's me. Can I help you with 
something Miss..."

"Erin."

"Miss. Erin?"

She smiled shyly, "No, just Erin." The blush creeping 
up her neck sent chills down his spine. "Are you the 
tutor?" He was shocked. He figured she needed 
something silly like to borrow a textbook or 
something. 

"Yeah, that me," he responded sarcastically. She 
looked offended at his words, like they were a 
personal jab at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that 
way. It's just such a beautiful day outside. Normally 
nobody comes in here on Fridays so I sit here and 
throw pity parties for myself." She stared blankly at 
him while he rambled on. 

"Ummm... Okay? I just need some help getting through 
Anatomy. I'd like to finish with a decent grade at the 
end of the semester, but I'm just struggling to get 
through it. I typically wouldn't get help, but I have 
tried everything and this is sort of my last option." 
He pinched himself, just to confirm he was not 
dreaming... Nope, this is seriously happening. 

"I would be glad to help. You can call me Tyler by the 
way. I hate Mr. Harson, that's what people call my 
grandfather." She smiled that shy smile again, causing 
him to lose his train of thought. "So, umm... what is 
it you need help with exactly?" 

"Human Anatomy; body parts, and ummm..." Her face 
suddenly turned bright red and she stammered and 
mumbled the rest of her sentence. 

"What part specifically? Bones? Muscles? Digestive 
System?" 

"Reproductive systems and sex organs," she whispered 
softly enough that he had to strain to hear her. Once 
he registered what she said, he had to push aside the 
immediate thoughts that jumped through his brain. 

"I think I can help you there," he reassured her with 
a smile. "Why don't you come sit down and we can get 
started?" She walked over to him and took the seat he 
had pulled dangerously close to his own chair. "What 
is it you don't understand?" he asked trying to get a 
better idea of what she needed help with. 

"Function and placement," she whispered back. "I have 
a hard time telling from the diagrams in the book 
where things are and what had what name." Now it was 
his turn to blush as once again, his mind turned down 
a dirty path. 	

"Well, let's open up your book and see." As soon as 
she got to the pages, he understood her confusion. The 
pictures were dark and blurry and cartoon drawn. 
Nothing like real life, considering the textbook was 
making an attempt at modesty. Stupid censorship, he 
thought to himself. 

"For the test, she is bringing in a realistic dumby 
and we have to label parts from it, but if I can't 
tell what's what and where, how am I supposed to do 
that?" 

"Yeah, I understand where you are coming from. These 
books are worthless. Humm, let me think. Does the 
science lab has a model we can use or something that 
could help."

"No, the board wouldn't approve anything like that. 
They said it was inappropriate and did not belong on 
school grounds near "hormonal teenage boys and 
girls.'" She did her best impression of the 
superintendent as she quoted him, causing Tyler to 
laugh. 

"That actually sounds a lot like him." She smiled at 
the compliment and visibly relax a little. 

Feeling a little more comfortable himself, he 
questioned her. "Do you trust me?" With a questioning 
look on her face, she slowly nodded yes. "Okay, this 
may be a little unorthodox, and if you are 
uncomfortable with it, please tell me." 

"Okay?" With her permission, he pulled up his internet 
on his phone, knowing what he was searching for would 
be blocked on the schools server. He found a search 
engine and typed in what he wanted, found a picture he 
felt might be helpful and turned the screen to show 
Erin. Her eyes widened and she stared in shock at what 
her teacher had just pulled up on his phone. Staring 
at her was a full blown, pornographic photo of a naked 
man with an erection.

Gauging her reaction, he prepared himself for a slap 
in the face or her to freak out. Instead, she looked 
up at him with an innocent smirk, "Well, I guess 
that's one way to learn." His face busted into a grin 
at her comment. 

After about 10 minutes of attempting to study and 
label the small photo on his phone, Erin looked up at 
him and groaned. 

"This is hopeless. The picture is too small, and it's 
so hard to tell from just a picture... Too bad they 
don't still allow nude models for art class," she 
mumbled the last part to herself, thinking that Mr. 
Harson couldn't hear her. 

"Yeah," he chuckled, "That would be your best bet. 
Nothing like a interactive 3D model to work with. " he 
regretted the words as soon as they left his moth, 
hoping he didn't push it too far with that last 
comment. Relief washed over him when he heard a small 
giggle escape her lips. But then her expression 
returned to its somber state as she started to pack 
her stuff up to leave. 	

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to fail this test, so why continue wasting 
your time when I'm sure you have better things to do. 
It's not like you're going to..." her voice trailed 
off leaving his brain screaming at her to finish that 
sentence. 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" 

Confused by his question, she replied with a simple 
"no." 

"Oh, well, I just thought if you did... that could be 
your model." 	

She snorted, "Yeah, I wish! Then I would pass for 
sure!" Clearly she had not meant to say that out loud, 
as her eyes widened and her hand flung up to cover her 
mouth causing him to laugh. "Woops!" she replied with 
a giggle. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell." He winked at her, 
releasing yet another blush. 

"Well, thanks for trying to help. Sorry for wasting 
your time." With that, she was walking out the door to 
the hall.

He stood for a moment, before his feet were moving 
despite his brain yelling to stop. "Erin, wait! Come 
back here, I have an idea." She made her way back into 
the room, walking towards his desk, "Really, you don't 
need to do this. Go home, I will figure something 
out." She continued so that she couldn't hear the soft 
sound of the locking door. She finally stopped talking 
when she heard his voice and turned around. 

"Just say the word and I swear I will stop." Her 
confusion was spread obviously across her lovely face. 
It wasn't until her eyes found his hands working at 
his belt and zipper, that she understood. She stood, 
dumbfound, not sure whether to run out the door, or 
stay and see what was about to happen. The picture he 
had shown her on his phone only a half hour earlier 
had been the first time she had ever even seen a guy's 
cock, and here she was about to see one in person... 
No about to see her teacher's in person. 

That knowledge and curiosity, in itself, was enough to 
keep her feet planted on the ground, wide eyes and 
staring as the god before her worked himself free from 
his dress pants. She realized as she waited how hot he 
was. She had seen him around the building a few times, 
noting he was pretty good looking, but up close (and 
working on getting naked in front of her) he was 10 
times better. His sandy blonde hair was ruffled from 
him running his fingers through it in frustration, and 
his blue eyes stood out against his tanned skin. He 
clearly worked out, as he had nice defined muscle, but 
not a gross amount that made him look like a body 
builder. Just enough that made the arms of his shirt 
hug tightly to him and his chest stand out slightly. 

Tyler, could fell himself growing hard and he tried to 
fight it, but it was not easy seeing as he was about 
to strip naked for the 16 year old beauty standing 
innocently in front of him, not to mention, she was 
his student, a minor, and clearly not just a virgin, 
but inexperienced as well. The whole situation was 
enough that had he not developed a significant amount 
of self-control over the first semester, would have 
made him cum almost immediately. 

What happened next was as equally shocking to her as 
it was to him. His pants had barley hit the floor 
before he had the softest, sweetest lips he had ever 
tasted crushing against his own as she used his own 
body to hold her balance while she stood on her tippy 
toes kissing him. He didn't even hesitate to return 
this kiss with just as much need. He hands wrapped 
around her body and pulled her in close, lifting her 
up and sitting her down atop his own desk. 

Erin's fingers reached up and began working away at 
the buttons on his crisp white button down shirt. With 
each one that came free she felt her own need grow. 
Her desire had taken over any reaction thought she had 
left, leaving her with nothing but pure, raw lust for 
Tyler. She finally worked all the buttons free, her 
fingers grazing his happy trail as she undid the last 
few, and she slipped the shirt off his shoulders, 
never breaking the kiss.

He was impressed at the skill she seemed to have as 
her tongue invaded his mouth with a hunger he had not 
felt in a long time. He would have never guessed from 
kissing this girl that she was so innocent. Nor would 
he have guessed given the drive she seemed to possess, 
unable to get him full yanked any faster, her lips 
moving down his neck to his chest as soon as his shirt 
was off. His own desires got the better of his, as she 
reached down and tugged her sweatshirt over her head 
along with the white tank top she had under it. Then, 
he turned his attention to her bra and working the 
clap on it as she sucked and played with his own 
nipples. 

The moan that escaped her lips was enough to make him 
harder than he had ever been before. The sight of her 
bare breasts didn't help. They were perfect size, 
shape, everything, and he couldn't wait to get his 
lips on them. Another moan came from Erin as his mouth 
found one nipple and lips found the other. 

"Ohhh, Mr. Harson... uhh, Tyler!" her voice was 
intoxicating and it wasn't long before he was pulling 
away and yanking her pants over her perfectly shaped 
hips, bringing her underwear down with. Just because 
she was inexperienced, didn't mean much. She was fully 
shaved, much to his liking. He bent down and planted 
one soft, swift kiss on her clit and then, within 
seconds, he was plunging deep into her virgin pussy. 

At first, she screamed out in pain, causing guilt to 
flood through him. But within moments she was rocking 
her hips right along with him and moaning for him to 
go faster and harder sneaking his name in there every 
once in a while. Just the sound of his name flowing 
off her lips was a turn on and kept him going until, 
(sooner than was typical for him) he felt himself 
cumming inside her tight tight pussy. 

She knew what he was doing and made no effort to make 
him stop, despite not having a condom. She let him 
finish, then he collapsed on the chair. No sooner had 
his bare ass hit the office chair than she was on her 
knees in front of him, licking and sucking off not 
only his cum, but her own juices from him, now limp, 
but quickly growing cock. 

His hands wrapped in her hair and he guided her up and 
down his shaft as she sucked him like a porn star. He 
mouth fit perfectly around him. She couldn't fit him 
all the way in without gagging, but this was only her 
first time, she given that, she was doing a damn fine 
job. It wasn't long before he felt himself teetering 
on the edge again, gripping tighter to her hair, 
shoving her down on him before exploding into her 
mouth. He smiled to himself as she swallowed every 
last drop.
 
END

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 75