Written by Muriel

Meetings
13 Mar 2014


Two days later, Friday, I was back on the dot of 7pm. He opened the door and led me into his study where he worked me hard for an hour and a half. Solid study. We packed up, he gave me work for the weekend then led me into the lounge. He undid my skirt and I let it fall to the carpet. He knelt in front of me and worked my knickers down and off. I stood, naked from the waist down, legs still parted for balance, as he ran his fingers up the inside of my thighs. They parted my bush and worked back and forth over my pussy lips. It felt exquisite. Nobody had ever stroked my pussy. The only time a guy ever got his hand anywhere near it was when he was steering his cock into my cunt.

Mr. Wright slipped a finger inside. WOW! It felt so different totally unlike a cock. It bent, twisted and turned withdrew a little, pushed in a little, stroked and caressed. I was beginning to shake without any pounding, fucking cock driving in and out. Unreal! Only I had put a finger into my cunt and that was to scoop out any fresh spunk to lick off my fingers. I'd never played with it. Why should I? I had cocks to do that!

Mr. Wright looked up, 'nice?' he asked and I nodded, 'very' was all I could manage. 'Open wider' he told me and I moved my feet further apart. He slipped two fingers inside me. That felt very, very nice especially when they started to wriggle about and find places even I didn't know about. I was finding it hard to stand still and held his head for support. The fingers kept exploring and his head pushed into my belly and a felt warm breath blowing on my pussy. That felt very, very nice too. He stood up, fingers still in my cunt and told me to lie on the sofa and put my bum on the low arm. He helped me get into position using his fingers.

When he was happy with my presentation he knelt down at the end of the sofa, between my legs which were dangling over the side and put his head down to the top of my thighs. I felt nice warm breath again, then soft lips nibbling at my inner thighs, working up towards my pussy. His fingers were back inside me but now they were pointed downwards rubbing along the back of my cunt against the wall of my bum. I really started to wriggle and squirm then. There is no effective way to describe it. It just felt so utterly fantastic. Nobody, nobody had ever done this to me before, ever! It felt beautiful, it felt naughty, it felt rude. Cunts were for fucking and shooting spunk into, weren't they? Not for playing with, stroking and... My God he's licking my pussy! No! Girls suck cock. That's what they are supposed to do. That's why cocks look like lollipops. Boys don't lick pussy, do they?

Mr. Wright did and it felt absolutely wonderful. When he started to nibble my clitty and move his fingers in and out and round about I started to shake, shudder and moan, loudly. I held his head tight so that he couldn't get away. I thrust my hips up onto his mouth so he could get more of his mouth and tongue into me. I was panting, screaming, sobbing and trying to force his head deeper into my crotch while at the same time trying to stop him. I was slowly and steadily loosing all control of my body. If my hands wanted to clench into fists, they did. If my legs wanted to thrash about, they did. There was nothing I could do! They were nothing to do with me I only had an area at the top of my thighs which was on fire, being eaten, stroked, licked and finger-fucked. I grabbed his head and pulled it tight onto me as wave after wave of total, uncontrollable, indescribable pleasure washed over and through me leaving a sobbing, quivering wreck on the sofa.

I opened my eyes. Mr. Wright stood above me, a mug of tea in each hand. What? Had I passed out? Fainted? Slept? Died and gone to heaven?

'Did you enjoy that?' he asked putting the mugs on the coffee table. 'What happened?' I asked. 'You had an orgasm. Quite a big one I would think.' I thought I had always orgasmed. I was sooooo very wrong.

The following Monday, when I had the house to myself, I took a good pair of scissors and a comb to my bush. The finished product was not too short so as to prickle and not too long to hide anything. I wanted to feel Mr. Wright's mouth on my pussy lips and cunt not on my bush. He had told me the previous Friday, after the mug of tea, that he was going to extend the sessions by half an hour. I was hoping it was so that we had more time for sex but he said he wanted to start testing and revisions so he could monitor my progress.

Studying has never been a problem to me. I loved it, new things to learn and do were always exciting. My problem was remaining focussed. I'd find something within the subject I was learning and go off on a tangent. We didn't have t'internet in those days with wikki and all sorts of quick places to research different pieces of information. We had to do it the hard way, in libraries and book shops. Before you knew it a month of, to be honest, time wasting reading had blown any thought of time management away for ever. I explained that to Mr. Wright over the first cup of coffee. He had said he would sort that out.

After another ninety minutes of hard graft Mr. Wright announced it was now time to revise and test what I had learned the previous week. 'Your head is on the block, young lady.' was how he put it. He led me upstairs to his bedroom and undressed me. As he slipped my knickers down my legs he admired my handiwork with the scissors, 'that looks good enough to eat!' he said and licked my pussy lips a couple of times. I glowed with pride! He told me to undress him and when I took his pants off he was sporting a nice firm cock, which I kissed and licked. He helped me stand up.

'Kneel on the edge of the bed.' Oooo, doggy. I love doggy! I knelt on the bed and adjusted myself to give him good access to my cunt. He stood between my legs and rubbed his cock head up and down my pussy lips eventually stopping at my fuck hole. I was thrilled, ecstatic! I was about to be fucked by a God! Educated cock and brilliant spunk! 'I will ask you questions,' he said 'if the answer is incorrect you shall be punished.'

He asked and I supplied the correct answer. I felt his cock head ease my pussy lips apart. Bliss! Another question, another correct answer, more cock. And so it went on, question, answer, cock. I loved revision! Then I gave an incorrect answer and the cock was taken out, completely, suddenly. It had felt so good! I cried out loud with frustration. The same question. I thought. I wracked my brain. I tried again. Wrong! No cock. Again I tried. 'Close but no banana! Think! You know the answer! Focus!' I rested my head on my arms and thought. I know the answer! Think! I thought. I knew the answer! I focussed and concentrated on the essence, cut out the superfluous. The cock head was opening my pussy lips again. It felt good. The questions got harder. I concentrated harder and I got more cock in my slut cunt. I had three incorrect answers before Mr. Wright was buried balls deep in my cunt and pronounced himself satisfied with my efforts. Then he fucked me. My God did I need that! I'd worked hard for it and he gave it to me hard. Nectar of my God filled my cunt and I was happy, very happy and I never forgot those answers.

The mentoring and revision tests carried on and I worked harder and harder to ensure I gave the correct answers. I didn't get them all correct first time but, mostly, I tried. I remain convinced to this day that Mr. Wright deliberately threw in very difficult questions now and then to ensure that we had to start over again. I know I cheated by deliberately giving the wrong answer more than a few times.

Throughout this time I wasn't getting any other cock. I wasn't even looking for it. I was studying hard and Mr. Wright was letting me have his cock, if I was a good girl. I needed no other.

As the exams approached so instruction and testing became more intense, the test questions ranged through all the work we had covered as well as stuff that I should have known beforehand. After a particularly hard session we went upstairs, we undressed each other and I knelt on the bed. His first question was very hard which was unusual as he liked to have his cock in my cunt before he took it out, if you see what I mean? I gave an incorrect answer. I waited, how would he punish me?

I heard a strange noise then thwack! The hard flat hand of an 'old school' teacher slapped my bare bum, hard! It hurt! I yelped then a glorious warmth started to dissipate across my left bum cheek. Oohh that felt nice. I could feel it working out towards the edges, a warm glowing tingle. The same question. An Incorrect answer. I waited. Noise. Thwack. Yelp, then spreading heat on the other cheek. I was thinking hard, concentrating, focus – answer! Question repeated. Incorrect! Wonderful warmth! It took seven attempts for me to give the correct answer, giving me three strokes of utter pleasure on each cheek. As I felt his cock head nuzzle my pussy lips open I turned my head to look at Mr. Wright, smiled and poked my tongue out. We both learned a lot that session.

Now my reward was more cock. My punishment was no cock AND a spank and I think we both cheated at times. The spanking always gave Mr. Wright a very hard cock so I tried to get a few answers slightly incorrect. When he finally fucked me, and he always fucked me and filled me with his nectar, he was as much need of a good fuck as I was.

I sat my exams with confidence. I knew the answers, the difficult ones and the very difficult ones. I still do. When the results arrived I rang him before running into the kitchen to tell my mother. He told me to put the kettle on, he would be around in ten minutes. When he arrived I hugged and kissed him and said that I had to ring the Uni. He told me not to worry, he already had! I was in!!!

With the three of us sat around the kitchen table, mother, me and Mr. Wright he asked if I would like him to help me prepare for Uni. Mother nodded and I asked 'is the Pope a Catholic?'

'Monday, 7pm as usual.' he responded.


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