One of the most rewarding things that can happen to a teacher is to find an eager young pupil who's desperately keen to learn new things. Especially when by giving her some extra tuition time you can help her through a tricky exam.

Which was exactly where I was in a position to help Jasmin Connors. Because Jasmin had been doing rather too much socializing and not enough studying for her English tests. We both knew she could pick up on the lost time between semesters, but her problem was in getting through the end of semester exams due in a week's time. We also both realized there was a problem when she tried to pass off an essay culled from the internet as original work.

"I'm disappointed in you, Jasmin," I had to tell her, more in sorrow than in anger. "If I were to show this to the Head of the College it would really blight your record here."

"Oh, Mr Dyce, I'm so sorry, it's just that I've left it so late and I've got all these other exams to study for . . ."

"Yes, yes, I understand all that, Jasmin. I'm also aware that if you had worked as hard as you should have done, you'd have no problem passing your English test. But what can I do if you don't have any work of your own for me to mark?"

She sat on the other side of my desk and smiled nervously: "Mr Dyce, I've heard that some times, with some girls, you'll accept an oral examination instead of a written one."

"Mmmm . . . " I pretended to think about it. "Jasmin, are you quite sure you know what sort of oral examination is involved here?"

"Oh, yes, Mr Dyce." Her head was lowered a little, as if she was shy, but her eyes were steady and glinting with mischief. "It's a Monica type thing, isn't it?"

I could feel my cock rearing up at the prospect of getting better acquainted with Jasmin's sweet lips. "And you wouldn't have a problem with doing that?"

She purred like a stroked kitten: "Oh no, not with you, Mr Dyce. I've always had a crush on you, ever since you started teaching us. You're so masterful. All you've got to do is to point to where you want me to kneel down for you."

There are times when I desperately want to connect with my pupils, and this was surely one of them. I picked up a ruler and played around with it because I desperately needed to handle anything rather than making a grab there and then at my straining zipper.

"OK, I tell you what, Jasmin, why don't you take this essay away and we'll pretend I've never seen it? And maybe, in my apartment, I can find something written by a past pupil which might suit your style. Something I can mark again without causing anybody any tears or fears. Would you like to stop around about seven and see if we can work something out?"

"Oh, that would be fine, Mr Dyce, just fine."

"OK, then. And, Jasmin, those ribbons in your hair -- can you wear them for me?"

"Surely, Mr Dyce." Her eyes were full of curiosity. "Are they sexy?"

"Sure, they're sexy. But they're also useful as riding reins. Sometimes a young filly needs a pair of firm hands to keep her steady when she's being ridden hard."

"Oh, God,". The young woman squirmed around in her seat, then put her tongue out and licked her lips. Her cheeks were deeply flushed: "Oh, my God, are you going to be firm with me, Mr Dyce?"

"I'm very firm already, just thinking about you, Jasmin," I assured her. "But we've both got classes to go to, so we'd better leave it at that for now."

"Yes, Mr Dyce," She got up slowly, showing off her coltish figure. "I'll see you later."

"And I'll see you -- all of you."

She giggled, shot me another steamy look and then sassayed to the door. But before she left she looked back at me: "I just want you to know, Mr Dyce. I've never done orals before, not with anybody. I wanted a man to teach me that, not a boy."

I shivered as if I had electrodes plugged into my spine with lots of volts suddenly sparking between them: "OK, Jasmin, then you'll have to work very hard to learn how to do it properly, won't you?"

"Yes, Mr Dyer. And you'll have to make sure I keep on doing it until I get things right."

I'm here to tell you that the rest of that day dragged by as slowly as an Alaskan winter. But at last I was able to finish up, go home, shower, stretch out on the couch and decide against putting any clothes on. Because if Jasmin did show up I wasn't going to be fooling around with buttons and zips while she maybe decided to change her mind. And that was the really slow part of the day, lying there bare assed and trying not to think about Jasmin, because if I did I'd start jerking myself off, which was the last thing I wanted to do. I had more interesting plans for disposing of my excessive bodily fluids.

Yeah, and trying to keep my cool while I was waiting for my nubile neophyte in the gentle art of fellatio to show up wasn't easy. I keying the TV remote to find a channel with a non-sexy program showing but I'd reached the stage where even Marge Simpson was turning me on. And then the doorbell chimed. I threw a towel over my waist and let Jasmin in. One look at the bulge under the towel had her giggling, and even more when she saw what I'd been watching.

"Don't worry, Jasmin, it was you I was thinking about all the time. So, are you ready for your examination?"

"Yes, Mr Dwyer," she said, still looking the way she had in my office, shy but eager.

"OK, then." I threw the towel away and lay back on the couch with my boner flourishing like the proverbial bay leaf. "Now, for the first part of the test, I need to see you take off all your clothes."

She did exactly that, taking her time about it, not looking at me at first but then becoming fascinated as she saw my reaction to her increasing nudity. I had to keep my hands jammed underneath the back of my head to keep from pulling my tool, and yet I was so excited I couldn't stop from humping my hips up and down like I had St. Vitus dance.

"Are you alright, Mr Dwyer?" she asked, staring at my twitching body.

"I'm fine, Jasmin. But don't you realize what effect a sexy looking girl like you can have on a man by stripping in front of him? If you're going to understand great literature, you're going to have to understand that kind of emotion."

My darling little student blushed prettily, shook her proud little tits at me, turned around and staged a major production out of the task of wriggling out of a pair of tightly fitting white briefs. A sight which had me grunting away like a water buffalo stuck in a mud wallow. Jasmin giggled again and gently rotated the crescents of her shapely ass as if waving goodbye with them. But the only way she was moving was closer to my drumskin tight prick. There was woman's work to be done before she got her passing grades.

"Come over here, Jasmin." I ordered her. "This is the first question of the exam. I want you to tell me what this thing between my legs is and what it feels like to you when you stroke it."

She came over and sat down on the couch, facing me with a grin on her face as if we were sharing the joke of the year. One of those delightful little hands took a firm grip around the base of my shaft. The front finger of her other hand she used to rub gently underneath the helmet of my ramming rod.

"Well, this is your cock, Mr Dwyer. It's what you used to fuck your women with. I know some of the girls who've felt if for you before. They've told me what a fantastic lover you are. And your cock feels hot and very smooth: especially just underneath the head part here."

"I think you've got a pass mark on that question," I said. "Now, what's the first thing you think you should do to be proactive with a penis?"

Jasmin had another fit of giggles: "Dhuh. Maybe this?"

All of her fingers curled around the shaft and she slowly worked the foreskin up and down, watching me as she did it.

"How about that, Mr Dwyer, is that what you wanted?"

I don't think she really needed to ask that question, I think it was pretty obviously answered by the way I was looking up to heaven and thinking: 'Thank you, God, thank you'.

"Shall I do that some more, Mr Dwyer?" she asked me in a husky, sexy voice. "I'll do anything with your cock that you tell me to, sir."

"OK, Miss Connors," I said. ""You just keep pumping away there for a while, until we're both sure you've got the knack of it."

END OF PART ONE

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