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



Rikki yawned yet again. Her new account instructor Mr Galveston was droning on again about the American English rotation. It was only the second week of her Senior year in High shoal, and Mr Galveston had given them two exams, and she had an essay due the next day. People had warned Rikki the previous year of how hard his division was, and to avoid getting into it at all monetary value, but it was out of her command now. She was trying hard to get into Leland Stanford next year and needed bully grades, but this class added a lot of accent to her agenda, and she hated the subject.

Rikki glanced around the room at everyone else in class. They were all furiously writing down notes and trying to figure out which rambling bits of the teacher's speech they would need to remember. She caught the eye of Tyler, a bit of a nerdy kid who didn't play any play or do any extracurriculars as far as she knew. He gave her a shy half smile and looked back down at his desk, but not before taking a quick glance at Rikkis chest. She knew he must have a crush on her, this was not the first time she caught him looking. She glanced down at her breasts herself ; she was actually quite proud of them. She wore a 36C cup and usually just wear off a stiff tank top to year. They were supple and business firm enough that they stood out majestic and gained a lot of attending. Occasionally when she was feeling adventurous she would go without a bra, which was refreshing because she hated the restricting smell of them, but would usually get sent to the office if she tried this at school. Apparently her nipples distracted some of the other pupil.

She adjusted her tank top a bit then gathered her pilus rude blonde whisker and brought it around her right berm, fiddling with it. She needed a architectural plan for his year. There was no way she could save up with former class with how demanding this history course of study was. She wished she could just cast the class and centre on others, but she needed the credits. Maybe she would need a study partner to facilitate her out. individual to couple up with and try to get them to do a bit more of their fair share. She glanced back over a John Tyler, and saw him writing down his notes in a very form manner. It would have to be him.

After class, she approached him as he was walking towards his next social class.

"Tyler ! Wait up."She said

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

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

"Not really, I was going to make for 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 notes down, and I figure we could put our heads together and make the essay well-situated of the both of us !"

Tyler paused for a bit, nervously thinking. Here was this beautiful girl, 18 long time old, straight blonde hair and a body to die for, asking to subject area with him ?"Y-Yea, that'd be good !"He managed to stutter out.

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

They exchanged information, and Rikki, felicitous with herself, turned to go to her side by side course of instruction, excited she might cause a skillful solution to her problem ; at to the lowest degree for now. John Tyler stood there, looking at the his telephone with Rikkis bit that just got programmed into it, and looked up to her walking away.

God, he thought, look at that ass. Rikki was wearing her slimmest denim, that framed her ass very well. It wasn't Brobdingnagian, but firm and curvy just like her white meat. Tyler shook himself out of his spell and continued on to class.

That evening, Rikki showed up to Tyler's place and they went straight up to his way. His way was unproblematic, with his nance bed, a study desk, and a closet in it. Rikki dropped her backpack at the infantry of his bed and sat on the bed, crossing her legs and rubbing her thighs in anticipation. She wore the same armoured combat vehicle top as she did in class today, but ended up changing into whitened little boxers and flip washout. After stratum, Rikki had been doing a lot of thinking. There was no way she was going to be able to wee-wee it through the schoolhouse year with this stratum, 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 chairman and was looking over at her. God she's beautiful, he thought again. He stole a glance down at her legs, which were smooth, fit, and tanned, with the occasional lentigo accenting her thighs. He quickly looked back up at her, as he realized she had asked him a question.

"Sorry, what was that ?"John Tyler asked.

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

"Oh ?"President Tyler asked, a bit surprised. What did she mean ?

"Yea, I just…"She gathered her whisker again and started to flirt with it."I really necessitate to get just grades this year, and I can't have this history class dragging me down in all my other classes. It's so much work, and I can't keep open up with it all. And you seem to be really goodness at the subject and taking all these notes and… I was hoping you'd be able-bodied to write my essays for me. Or at least this one."

"You want me to write my own essay AND yours ?"President 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 work, she just didn't know how far she would have 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 lunch !"Rikki said.

"fountainhead I do n't get it on what else you could give me then to indite your essay, I have enough oeuvre for myself."Tyler said. As he said this, he stole another glance at Rikki 's chest.

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

"Do what ?"

"expression at my boobs !"

John Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his ass 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 hands 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 movement of him.

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

Not wanting to pass up on the offer, Tyler nodded.

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

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

"Well, maybe I shouldn't…."Rikki murmured. President Tyler had a flash of desperation on his grimace, he had wanted to see these puppy for days and they were right there, ready to be seen."I mean,"Rikki continued,"What 's my inducement ?"

"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 moment, and figured what the hell, what's the difference. So she lowered her hands and bra away from her chest of drawers.

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

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

President Tyler reached his bridge player out and groped her aright tit, then reached his other helping hand out and began fondling both. He squeezed and played with them, for a few seconds, then started to lift and revolve Rikki's nipple. Rikki let out a little whimper and tumbler her head back. It felt SO good. Rikki always had sensitive nipples and would sleep with to work with them all the time. She even would get close to cumming, just from playing with her tits sometimes.

"screw that feels serious Tyler."Rikki purred, as he looked up at her and grinned.

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

"Oh I figured."Laughed Rikki.

After a couple more seconds of playing with her boob, President Tyler lowed his men."Uh… Thanks"He said sheepishly.

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

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

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

"Well you cam always get hold of off to a greater extent if you want !"Tyler said boldy.

Rikki gave him a look that said, You wish.

So, they studied and did shoal work for a twosome of hours, President Tyler stealing glances every few minutes or two, and then Rikki got dressed and went plate. Every hebdomad or two when there was an exam or essay for history, Rikki would go to John Tyler's house, read off her top and bra ( if she bothered to don one to his star sign ), and John Tyler would do Rikki's piece of work for her, while she studied for other course.

A couple month into this arranging however, Rikki went over to President Tyler's theatre as usual, and he seemed really stressed. It was prison term for some final examination, and he was behind a lot of his own piece of work and told Rikki he couldn't help her tonight.

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

"You'll just have to save it yourself, I don't have time tonight."Tyler responded.

"Tyler, I haven't done any work for this class. I don't know ANYTHING about what we've learned, how am I supposed to write 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 course slipping. I'm too stressed to get on Sir Thomas More work."

"well how about I let you feel my breast again ?"Rikki asked. She started to look at off her shirt and bra, hoping this would help influence him.

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

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

President Tyler paused at this. It WAS tempting. He was really horny as of later, as he had been so busy with schoolhouse work he hadn't been able to twitch off for nearly a workweek now. But it wasn't enough, he could just seem at porn 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 get down her grade and break her chances of getting into Leland Stanford. She knew she would take to do a bit more to get him to harmonize. She looked back at John Tyler. He wasn't bad looking. Who knows, maybe he had a great turncock too. At this thought, she said,"How about a cock sucking ?"

President Tyler perked up."What ?"

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

"Mmm… No. I haven't."Tyler admitted.

Rikki got on her knees between Tyler 's legs, and put her deal on his second joint. She gazed up at him."Would you like a cock sucking ?"By the bulge in his pants, she knew the answer before he even said yes.

She reached out to his whang, 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 button to his denim, then slid the zipper down. President Tyler moaned. Rikki grabbed the sash of his blue jean and started to pull them down to his knees, along with his underwear. His cock sprang up ; it was indeed a great prick. Not quite completely punishing 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 pecker. 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 thickening. She licked the tip and tasted the precum. Delicious ! She had only been with one other guy before, her kickoff boyfriend last-place twelvemonth, but had blown him many fourth dimension and knew her way around a cock.

She engulfed it in her sass, and placed both hands on his thighs again. She started to bob up and down on his hammer, moaning, trying to fit as much in her mouth as she could. His hawkshaw tasted stick, as did her last boyfriends. She let her hands roll his second joint, mouth never leaving his stopcock. Her give hired man found his Lucille Ball, and she massaged them gently, rolling them around in her hand. She pulled Tyler's prick out of her oral cavity, and began to suck and lick his balls while using her right hand to jerk him off. President Tyler moaned even flash at this, clearly enjoying himself. She returned her mouth to his tool, and go down it so rich down her throat her lips were firmly pushed against against his pubis. She held this for a couple seconds, swirling her tongue around his prick, then pulled back to subscribe to a breathing place. When she returned her sassing to his throbbing member, Tyler placed his hands behind her head and started to push her into it while bucking his hips. Rikki could feel his cock sliding down her throat as he face fucked her. If she hadn't already figured out how to repress her gag reflex, she'd definitely be choking by now. After a minute of getting brass fucked, she pulled away and took his pecker back her hand. She was starting to get wet herself now. She loved the tactual sensation of being nerve fucked, of being used and abused. She was sucking his hawkshaw to get him to publish an essay for her ! She thought of letting him have a go at it her, but she decided to save up it for another time.

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

"Your mouth !"Tyler answered happily.

Rikki smiled, and keeping her hand at the home of his shaft, engulfed his hawkshaw again. She started working her hand up and down a bit, while bobbing her straits and licking the tip of his dick. Tyler reached down and started to make for with her boobs while she did this. He was in heaven, and wouldn't last much longer. After a couple minute of arc of this, he told her he was about to blow, and grabbed the back of her head and started to face fuck her again. His cock hit the rear of her throat, again and again, as he moaned loudly.

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

spurt after spurt came rushing out of his dick, Rikki couldn't believe how much he could cum. But she swallowed consignment after load until nearly 10 s later he stopped cumming.

She let his dick out of her oral cavity with a pop, and they both started to laugh.

"Holy shit"Tyler said,"That was amazing."

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

"I guess I have to write that essay for you now huh ?"President 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 shaft. Then she stood up, and walked back to the bed. She was really starting to like this raft. She wondered how practically further they would end up going, and if she would have to eventually fuck him to make him save doing her work for her.

But for now, she knew she could rivet on her former work .