This is based on a unfeigned story, with some inside information fudged around a bit. If you want to eff what happens after, post a comment below and I might add chapter two : )



Rikki yawned yet again. Her new chronicle teacher Mr Galveston was droning on again about the American English gyration. It was only the second hebdomad of her elder yr in high School, and Mr Galveston had given them two exams, and she had an essay due the following day. People had warned Rikki the previous year of how difficult his social class was, and to avoid getting into it at all costs, but it was out of her ascendence now. She was trying hard to get into Stanford succeeding class and needed great gradation, but this course added a lot of emphasis to her schedule, and she hated the case.

Rikki glanced around the elbow room at everyone else in course of instruction. They were all furiously writing down eminence and trying to figure out which rambling bits of the teacher's words they would need to retrieve. She caught the eye of Tyler, a bit of a nerdy kid who didn't play any sport or do any extracurriculars as far as she knew. He gave her a shy half grinning and looked back down at his desk, but not before taking a quick glance at Rikkis chest. She knew he must take a compaction on her, this was not the first clip she caught him looking. She glanced down at her breasts herself ; she was actually quite gallant of them. She wore a 36C cup and usually just wore a tight tank top to class. They were supple and loyal enough that they stood out proud and gained a lot of attention. Occasionally when she was feeling adventurous she would go without a bra, which was refreshing because she hated the restricting feeling of them, but would usually get sent to the office if she tried this at school. Apparently her mamilla distracted some of the other students.

She adjusted her tank top a bit then gathered her hair natural blonde hair and brought it around her right shoulder, fiddling with it. She needed a programme for his year. There was no way she could hold on up with early social class with how demanding this story class was. She wished she could just flatten the social class and focus on others, but she needed the credit rating. Maybe she would postulate a field of study partner to avail her out. individual to pair up with and try to get them to do a bit Thomas More of their fair contribution. She glanced back over a Tyler, and saw him writing down his notes in a very mastermind fashion. It would have to be him.

After family, she approached him as he was walking towards his side by side stratum.

"Tyler ! postponement up."She said

Tyler turned around, a bit surprised and giving her a quizzical look. Rikki has never really talked to him before, except when they were lab partners for a day last year."What's up ?"

"Did you have a topic for your essay that's due tomorrow ? I'm trying to image one out for myself. ”'

"Not really, I was going to work on it when I got home tonight."

"Did you want to write it together ? I was really distracted today during class and didn't get many notation down, and I figure we could put our chief together and make the essay soft of the both of us !"

Tyler paused for a second, nervously thinking. Here was this beautiful girl, 18 years old, heterosexual person blonde haircloth and a body to die for, asking to STUDY with him ?"Y-Yea, that'd be good !"He managed to stammer out.

Rikki smiled."Awesome ! Let me get your address."

They exchanged information, and Rikki, happy with herself, turned to go to her future course of study, excited she might stimulate a goodness root to her trouble ; at least for now. Tyler stood there, looking at the his phone with Rikkis number that just got programmed into it, and looked up to her walking away.

God, he thought, seem at that ass. Rikki was wearing her slimmest jeans, that framed her ass very well. It wasn't immense, but firm and curvy just like her breasts. Tyler shook himself out of his trance and continued on to class.

That evening, Rikki showed up to Tyler's place and they went straight up to his room. His elbow room was mere, with his queen bed, a report desk, and a closet in it. Rikki dropped her backpack at the animal foot of his bed and sat on the bed, crossing her legs and rubbing her second joint in anticipation. She wore the Same tank top as she did in social class today, but ended up changing into white shortly shortstop and somersaulting collapse. After category, Rikki had been doing a lot of thinking. There was no way she was going to be able to take in it through the school yr with this class, so she was going to try and get Tyler to not just help her with her essays and other history work, but outright do them for her.

"So,"She began."I've been thinking…"

Tyler had slumped into his desk chair and was looking over at her. God she's beautiful, he thought again. He stole a glance down at her wooden leg, which were smooth, fit, and tanned, with the periodic freckle accenting her second joint. He quickly looked back up at her, as he realized she had asked him a head.

"Sorry, what was that ?"Tyler asked.

"I've been thinking…"Rikki repeated,"I think I need a bit more avail than I let on earlier."

"Oh ?"Tyler asked, a bit surprised. What did she think of ?

"Yea, I just…"She gathered her hair again and started to flirt with it."I really need to get good grades this year, and I can't have this history class dragging me down in all my other course of study. It's so much work, and I can't keep up with it all. And you seem to be really proficient at the case and taking all these notes and… I was hoping you'd be able to write my essays for me. Or at least this one."

"You want me to write my own essay AND yours ?"John Tyler asked, puzzled."What would I get out of that ?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't really get that far."Rikki said, but she knew that was a lie. She knew how she was going to get him to do her oeuvre, she just didn't know how far she would own to go to get it.

Tyler laughed,"I mean, I could use some money."

"I don't have any money ! Just what my dad gives me for tiffin !"Rikki said.

"Well I do n't roll in the hay what else you could establish me then to write your essay, I have enough workplace for myself."Tyler said. As he said this, he stole another coup d'oeil at Rikki 's chest.

"I notice you do that a lot."Rikki claimed.

"Do what ?"

"Look at my breast !"

President Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his bottom and stammered,"N-No I don't."

Rikki smiled,"It's okay ! A lot of people do. They ARE nice."She looked down, and cupped both her hand over her breasts, pushing them in and up, before releasing them and letting them fall."Don't you think ?"

"I- I mean yeah. No yeah, they're great."President Tyler said, not believing she just fondled herself in front of him.

"Would you like to see them ?"Rikki asked, playing with the undersurface of her tank top.

Not wanting to pass away up on the whirl, Tyler nodded.

Rikki slowly pulled the tank top over her head, then tossed it on the floor. She was wearing a pink bra underneath, and Tyler instantly started to get hard. He looked over her again, and noticed she had her belly button pierced.

Not breaking eye liaison, Rikki reached behind her and undid the class of her bra, but then held her bra to her pectus. She glanced down and noticed a big swelling in John Tyler's pants. He clearly liked what he saw. She realized this was a perfect opportunity.

"wellspring, maybe I shouldn't…."Rikki murmured. John Tyler had a fanfare of despair on his face, he had wanted to see these puppies for years and they were right there, gear up to be seen."I mean,"Rikki continued,"What 's my motivator ?"

"I'll write this essay for you if you show me, I swear."Tyler said quickly, but then added,"But only if I get to touch them too."

Rikki considered this for a second gear, and figured what the blaze, what's the departure. So she lowered her hands and bra away from her pectus.

Tyler let out a belittled moan. Was everything about her perfect ?

Rikki got up and walked over to him."Go ahead,"She encouraged,"touch them."

President Tyler reached his hand out and groped her right tit, then reached his other hand out and began fondling both. He squeezed and played with them, for a few s, then started to filch and roll Rikki's nipples. Rikki let out a little whimper and curler her question back. It felt SO good. Rikki always had sensitive tit and would make love to recreate with them all the sentence. She even would get close to cumming, just from playing with her boob sometimes.

"Fuck that smell good Tyler."Rikki purred, as he looked up at her and grinned.

"I've wanted to do this for yr"Tyler admitted.

"Oh I figured."Laughed Rikki.

After a couple Sir Thomas More seconds of playing with her tits, President Tyler lowed his hands."Uh… Thanks"He said sheepishly.

Rikki smiled and went back to the bed and sat down. She then said,"Well, want to get some piece of work done ? I need to study for my maths trial run next week. And you need to drop a line my history essay !"

"Sure, lets get something done !"Tyler said."Are uh… You going to stay shirtless ?"

Rikki nodded."Yup ! I figure you'll earn it, and I hate wearing clothes anyways."

"Well you cam always occupy off more than if you want !"John Tyler said boldy.

Rikki gave him a look that said, You wish.

So, they studied and did schoolhouse work for a distich of hours, President Tyler stealing glance every few minutes or two, and then Rikki got dressed and went home plate. Every week or two when there was an exam or essay for history, Rikki would go to Tyler's family, take off her top and bra ( if she bothered to wear one to his sign of the zodiac ), and John Tyler would do Rikki's oeuvre for her, while she studied for other course of instruction.

A couple months into this placement however, Rikki went over to President Tyler's house as usual, and he seemed really stressed. It was prison term for some finals, and he was behind a lot of his own body of work and told Rikki he couldn't service her tonight.

"But this next essay is worth 30 % of my form !"Rikki exclaimed.

"You'll just have to compose it yourself, I don't have prison term tonight."Tyler responded.

"Tyler, I haven't done any work for this category. I don't know ANYTHING about what we've learned, how am I supposed to drop a line this essay ?"

"I don't KNOW !"Tyler nearly shouted. He seemed really stressed."I'm just barely getting by myself now and my parents have been on top of me about my mark slipping. I'm too punctuate to take on more work."

"fountainhead how about I let you find my boobs again ?"Rikki asked. She started to study off her shirt and bra, hoping this would help influence him.

"I've already felt them, they're neat but it's not about that !"

"I know… You're stressed. What if I let you twitch off to me being bare-breasted ? That might help decrease your stress."Rikki said as she dropped her bra on the floor.

Tyler paused at this. It WAS tempting. He was really horny as of former, as he had been so busy with shoal body of work he hadn't been able to jerk off for nearly a calendar week now. But it wasn't enough, he could just look at porno later tonight before bed. For now, he had to study.

"I'm sorry,"Tyler said,"Maybe next time. I just can't tonight."

Rikki looked out the windowpane, frustrated. If she attempted to write this essay herself, she'd fail. And it would drastically take down her form and ruin her fortune of getting into Stanford. She knew she would cause to do a bit more to get him to agree. She looked back at John Tyler. He wasn't bad looking. Who knows, maybe he had a nifty tool too. At this thought, she said,"How about a cock sucking ?"

Tyler perked up."What ?"

"I can sop up your stopcock,"Rikki said slyly, rising up from the bed. She started to walk over towards President Tyler, who was sitting in his desk death chair."Have you ever had a blowjob before ?"

"Mmm… No. I haven't."President Tyler admitted.

Rikki got on her genu between Tyler 's pegleg, and put her hands on his thighs. She gazed up at him."Would you like a blowjob ?"By the bulge in his pants, she knew the answer before he even said yes.

She reached out to his knock, and undid it. Grabbing onto the end, she pulled it out of all the rap loops and tossed it away from her. She undid the push to his blue jean, then slid the zip down. Tyler moaned. Rikki grabbed the cincture of his jeans and started to pull them down to his knees, along with his underwear. His gumshoe sprang up ; it was indeed a great cock. Not quite completely hard yet, and already stood at nearly 6 inches long. Uncut, with some precum already oozing out of the tip. He even kept himself trimmed.

"Mmmm"Rikki purred as her hand reached out to Tyler's cock. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few pumps.

"Oh my god"Tyler moaned.

Rikki giggled and then leaned forward, moving her face close to his pommel. She licked the tip and tasted the precum. pleasant-tasting ! She had only been with one other guy before, her first beau end year, but had blown him many times and knew her way around a cock.

She engulfed it in her backtalk, and placed both hands on his thighs again. She started to bob up and down on his cock, moaning, trying to fit as much in her oral cavity as she could. His tool tasted amazing, as did her last boyfriends. She let her hands roam his second joint, mouth never leaving his cock. Her forget hand found his balls, and she massaged them gently, rolling them around in her hand. She pulled Tyler's cock out of her backtalk, and began to suck and figure out his balls while using her right hand to jerk him off. Tyler moaned even louder at this, clearly enjoying himself. She returned her mouth to his prick, and pass it so deep down her throat her lips were firmly pushed against against his pubes. She held this for a couple seconds, swirling her clapper around his tool, then pulled back to take a breath. When she returned her mouth to his throbbing member, Tyler placed his hands behind her head and started to push her into it while bucking his hips. Rikki could sense his peter sliding down her throat as he face fucked her. If she hadn't already figured out how to suppress her gag reflex action, she'd definitely be choking by now. After a arcminute of getting face fucked, she pulled away and took his cock back her hand. She was starting to get wet herself now. She loved the feeling of being face fucked, of being used and abused. She was sucking his dick to get him to compose an essay for her ! She thought of letting him get laid her, but she decided to salvage it for another time.

"You want to cum in my rima oris or on my tits ?"She asked him.

"Your mouth !"Tyler answered happily.

Rikki smiled, and keeping her manus at the root word of his lance, engulfed his dick again. She started working her hand up and down a bit, while bobbing her heading and licking the tip of his dick. Tyler reached down and started to make for with her breast while she did this. He was in heaven, and wouldn't conclusion much longer. After a couple minutes of this, he told her he was about to drift, and grabbed the back of her header and started to face fuck her again. His turncock hit the spinal column of her throat, again and again, as he moaned loudly.

"Oh god here it comes !"He nearly shouted.

Spurt after jet came rushing out of his dick, Rikki couldn't believe how much he could cum. But she swallowed lading after burden until nearly 10 seconds later he stopped cumming.

She let his prick out of her lip with a pop, and they both started to laugh.

"holy place shit"John Tyler said,"That was amazing."

"I'm sword lily you liked it ! You're cum tastes so in force"Rikki said, still tasting it in her mouth.

"I guess I have to write that essay for you now huh ?"Tyler asked.

"Yup ! Maybe I'll even award you again after writing it."Rikki said with a wink, then leaned forward, and licked some remaining cum off his dick. Then she stood up, and walked back to the bed. She was really starting to like this deal. She wondered how a great deal further they would end up going, and if she would have to eventually fuck him to wee-wee him keep doing her work for her.

But for now, she knew she could focus on her other body of work .