Perverts 'R' Us

A Learning Experience

By Jack Spratt ( f/m, oral, rom )

Waiting for the axe to fall wasn't what I had planned to end the day. I was in the principal's office for a prank I thought it was great at the time. Putting a container of dish detergent in the school fountain created the most suds this school had seen in its lifetime. Now that I had time to contemplate my sin, it didn't seem so great.

"Don. You can come in now."

Walking gingerly into Mr. Graat's office to face my sentence was not the best time in my life.

"Close the door and sit down."

"Your actions didn't reflect your age, you have been a model student to this point; the custodians had to work for two days to get rid of soap suds. But I must admit I haven't seen the fountain looking so good since coming to Riding High. However, it was wrong, and you know it. What do you think your penalty should be?"

"I don't know."

How was I supposed to answer that question? In my mind, I hadn't done anything drastic, and of course didn't deserve a penalty.

"Well, I have a great idea, and by the time you are through with this assignment, you will never pull another stunt like that in this school. I have reviewed the facts and you are guilty."

What happened to the term fair trial? He was looking right into my eyes, awaiting my confession.

"Yes, Mr. Graat, I am responsible for the fountain caper."

"Well you will be happy to know you just volunteered to become a tutor for all the junior students who require help in any subjects. I have requested that the teachers provide me with a list of individuals that could use your assistance. With your high grade average I am sure you will be able to help some of the students having difficulty. Do you not agree?"

"For all terms?"

It was mid-October; this could be a long haul.

"Yes, I think that is very fair. It will keep your over-active mind helping people, rather than thinking up any more pranks."

"When do I start?"

"Visit my office after your last class tomorrow. I am quite sure the teachers will have provided me with some needy students by then."

I was a senior, active in sports, and always had a good grade average. My best subjects were math and all the sciences. This was the pits. I was just imagining the students that I would get to tutor; all the young teeny boppers, with their wide-eyed innocence. Being a senior, you are just tolerant of them in the halls. You certainly don't mix with them. That was about to change.

"Don, how did you make out?"

It was Gary. He was in my home room.

"Really, I can't give you a proper answer 'til the end of the year. I have been volunteered as a tutor for the juniors for the year."

"You're kidding, for the whole year?"

"No! I am not kidding… really couldn't argue about it. I don't know what Mr. Graat's plan B was, had I refused."

Gary started to laugh, pointing down the hall. Coming toward us was a very young female student, in a baggy sweater and oversized coveralls. She had thick-rimmed glasses, her blond hair done up in a bun; certainly no sex appeal.

"Now there is one of your possible candidates, shapeless, sexless, hopeless, and impish. I don't envy you. You are going to tutor some real winners."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I will know my first victims tomorrow."

I headed home to face my parents, who were waiting to hear of my penalties. To them it was a big joke. Both of them found my situation humorous and they totally concurred with Mr. Graat, agreeing with the punishment. My father's great saying was if you do the crime, you do the time; very comforting.

At school the next day, my tutoring assignment was the talk of the school. In the halls I was the butt of many teacher jokes. There wasn't much I could do about it. The day was rapidly expiring and the bewitching hour was getting close for my first student assignments. This I really dreaded, walking from room to room, had me much more aware of the juniors. What a bunch of misfits, immature little rug rats. The time had come, and I was slowly walking toward the principal office. Passing my locker, it was now bearing a sign, "Babysitter at Work", the sloppy hand that made sign had to be the work of Gary.

"Good to see you are prompt."

"I need all the brownie points I can get."

"Well you will be happy to know the teachers were impressed by you volunteering. The submissions have already started."

He produced a file and opened it, flipping through seven submissions.

"You will not get them all. We have students that actually volunteer to do tutoring, so I have picked out three for you to start with."

He handed me the files. I looked at them quickly; two girls and one boy. Maybe it won't be so bad.

"All require assistance in math, some more than others. Angel Crain is the neediest. She has the ability. She is having great difficulty with the concepts. All of the files show their current marks and what we believe they are capable of. Your task is to prepare them for their next tests and exams for the end of each semester. You are to call them and make arrangements to meet them and their parents. Then start an improvement program. I will expect a report on each student next week at this time."

"Yes, Sir. I will call them tonight."

Calling Roger Larsen, it turned out he was an A1 student, but his last math test was a failure. After talking to him for 15 minutes, I found out his problem was a new girlfriend, and his parents had him on track. I made an appointment with him and his parents for Thursday; it was necessary for the report for Mr. Graat.

The second call was Amy Chilton. However, her bother advised me that Amy and her parents were out of town for two weeks. That left Angel Crain, the problem child. Calling, I spoke to Angel, introduced myself and the reason for the call, and asked to speak to her parents. Mrs. Crain was impressed that the school was concerned about her daughter's grades. The arrangement was to meet Angel at noon in the cafeteria tomorrow and with her parents tomorrow night.

Walking the hall in the morning, I attempted to pick out her out of the crowd. What a choice of possible wimps. Entering the cafeteria, I asked a junior to point out Angel Crain. There, all alone at a table, was the sexless, wimpy, young lady that Gary had targeted in the hall. She was a young student, dressed in the same shapeless style of clothes, hair done in an ugly bun, currently absorbed by the contents of a notebook she appeared to be studying.

"Hello, Angel, I am Don Franks."

Angel looked up, her soft brown eyes studied me.

"Hello."

"I guess you know why I am doing this, it is the talk of the school."

"Yes, I saw the fountain. I would've never had the nerve to do that."

"Well it wasn't nerve, it was stupidity, and now I am paying the price."

We reviewed her marks and discussed her difficulties. Her major problem was math. All her other subjects were graded at A to a low of B-, confirming she was intelligent. She agreed to bring all her texts and notes home so we could review them tonight, after the meeting with her parents, to plan a course of action. Agreeing, she advised me she had to go to class and left. My first impression of Angel was that she needed a keeper, not a tutor. She certainly didn't have any sexual appeal, but that wasn't why I was tutoring her. If you wanted an example of a dowdy, sexless female, just look up Angel Crain.

That evening I was greeted at the door by Angel's mother. Now this was a woman, she was a blond with a Venus-like figure, wearing clothes to accent it. She was very attractive and knew it, how in the hell could she have produced a daughter like Angel? She invited me in, directing me to a room that had to be the library. Following her was a visual pleasure. I met her husband and we talked about a schedule to assist their daughter.

Angel had her own study area in her upstairs bedroom. Her parents were concerned about her math, as it was a major requirement for entrance to all the major universities. I mentioned that since Angel did well in all her other subjects, her math would improve. Mrs. Crain led me to her daughter's room. Just being close to her had me uncomfortable. Looking at how well-groomed her mom was had me questioning why Angel dressed like she did.

"Angel… Don Franks, your tutor, is here."

Mrs. Crain motioned me forward and left. Entering the room, it shouted female - a large bed with frills, and a desk in the corner with computer and printer. A young lady was standing with her back to me, her long blond hair shining and her bottom accented in designer jeans hugging long, shapely legs.

"Where is Angel?"

With that the young lady turned, it was Angel. Under that shapeless clothing and ugly hair style she wore at school was a gorgeous young lady. Gone were the glasses, replaced with contacts. Her figure was above average, now shown to advantage in stylish, coordinated clothing. Her breasts appeared well developed for her body size, accented by her sweater. She looked at me, smiling.

"I am Angel."

She seemed to be enjoying my confusion. Hell, she had a beautiful smile. At school she did not wear any make-up. Her lips showed a light covering of lip-gloss, her eyes without those horn-rimmed glasses were passion pits and that uncomfortable feeling rolled over me again.

"Boy, do you look different. Why in the world don't you dress like this for school?"

"Well, don't want to be bothered by boys. I really don't have time for them. My goal is to make sure I qualify for the university entrance exams. Mom and Dad continue to insist on the highest marks possible throughout high school."

With that comment, we started a comprehensive review of her approach to math, and then created a course of action to improve it. Sitting closely as she explained her difficulties; I had an opportunity to actually study Angel the young lady, not the dowdy girl from school. Her blond hair was shining, falling down mid-back, smelling of the fresh fragrance of her shampoo, and giving me a strong urge to bury my face in its folds. Angel's full lips mesmerized me as they moved; they seemed to be teasing me; so kissable. Her blue eyes sparkled, like drowning pools. I was close enough to feel the heat of her body as our thighs were touching; my woody was well aware of the beauty beside me.

But back to reality, after the appraisal of her course activity, there was hope. With constant reviews of her itinerary materials and impromptu tests, I believed she could make vast improvements with her marks. We agreed to meet again in a week, and she led me to the front door. The rear view of Angel was beauty in motion. Nobody would believe what was actually under the frumpy clothes she wore to school. What an amazing transformation from Angel at school; to the dream girl in front of me.

After witnessing the real Angel, I decide that it would be acceptable to talk to her at school during lunch hours, as everyone was aware she was one of my students and in desperate need of tutoring - really big of me. Later in the week, seeing her in the lunch room, as usual dressed in that wimpy outfit, a shapeless skirt and blouse, I joined her.

"So how are you getting along with the math project?"

"Fine, you will find I have improved. After you left my parents laid down the law. If I fail, no vacation, just two months of summer school."

"Well, that would be rough. What do you usually do on your summer vacation?"

"I have been a lifeguard at a summer camp for the last two years."

Looking at her in amazement; so young and a lifeguard for two years.

She must have read my mind.

"I take care of young children in the shallow pool, age six to eight. I have completed numerous courses swimming and lifesaving courses in the pool."

"That must keep you busy."

What does she look like in a bathing suit? What a vision! After seeing the real Angel, my mind wandered. Looking at her, her glasses covering those beautiful blue eyes, knowing what was under the outfit, my body tingled. Angel had me under her spell; could this be? Not wanting to admit it to myself, I really wanted to get to know more about her. The fact she was a junior would certainly create some problems. It would take some creative innovations.

In conversation, Angel told me she was fourteen, and just had a birthday two weeks ago. Her favorite color was emerald green. Her scent of choice was cornflower, which seemed to surround me, being this close. Her soft, very sexy voice had me tingling again. Looking as a young, beautiful woman, she seemed to radiate sex in spite of her dowdy attire.

We discussed a number of items, including sports. She was interested in football and had been to all the games. She was in the bleachers watching me make a winning touchdown last week. She always sat three rows up from the players' bench. There was always a large group of juniors there, yelling and making as much noise as possible. In the past they had never been of interest to me, but I made a mental note to look for Angel next game.

The week passed quickly. I finally met with Mr. Graat to hand in my reports. Tonight was also my second meeting with Angel. Passing in the halls a number of times, each time reminded me of the beauty that lay beneath. When our eyes met she always had a smile for me. The thoughts of her were in my mind continually, and that wasn't supposed to happen.

Gary had been on my case all week, calling me the "great babysitter". Fortunately he had no idea of Angel's true attributes. I would be the laughing stock of the school if anyone thought that I, a senior, could be interested in a junior. For reasons beyond me the combination was a taboo at this school. But the image of Angel gnawed at me continually. Of all the unknowns, the one that had me really baffled was I didn't know if she was even interested in me. This was really crazy; me worrying about what a junior thinks of me. Oh, but what a junior!

The thoughts seemed to create a need to see more of Angel. The problem was how without raising any suspicions among my peers. Somehow we would have to arrange a private meeting, but where? Tonight hopefully she would give me some indication if she was as interested in me as I was in her.

Ringing the doorbell, there was the sound of footsteps coming to the door. It was Angel, wearing a short skirt and clinging blouse. Her legs were encased in sheer white nylons, and her perfume assailed me.

"Are you coming in or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open?"

Embarrassed, I followed her to her room. We reviewed what Angel had done for the week. Her class mark had improved marginally, but it was an improvement. We discussed methods of improving her understanding of the concepts. After pointing out a few areas of presentation, we called it an evening. Angel was more than pleased with the results.

"What are you doing Saturday?"

The statement blurted out and Angel looked at me with a surprised expression.

"Are you asking me for a date? You are senior and a super jock and I am a lowly junior, a 'Miss Nobody'. Do you know what you are doing? If any other seniors found out about that you had asked a junior out, you would be the brunt of every joke imaginable."

"Angel, I am willing to risk all that. I want to know you better, as a person, not just as my tutored student."

Now I was committed and now awaited her verdict, so nervous and excited; all this for a junior. But looking at Angel she had no idea how her beauty had me hooked.

She appeared confused, her expression was still of surprise. Did I blow it? Was she going to turn me down? Now that would be hard on the ego. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me.

"I would like to go out with you. When and where are we going?"

"Well, there is a new movie playing at the theatre on the other side of the city. The odds of anyone from our school being there is very slight. The movie has high ratings and if you haven't seen it, we can go."

"No, Don, I haven't seen it. I was planning on it as soon as it came to the mall."

"Good. I will pick you up on Saturday at 5:30 we can get a burger before we go to the movie."

"I would like that, Don."

Leaving, Angel was watching me. We waved at each other.

Saturday came, and I was in the car approaching her residence. Angel came out of the door and the transformation continued. She was wearing form-fitting slacks, matching jacket, and a tube top. Angel looked ravishing.

"Hi, I saw your car."

Holding the door for her provided me with a view that had everything tingling. Her perfume hit me like a hammer. Would ravishing her in her parents' driveway be considered a date? She may be a junior, but Angel was all woman.

It surprised me how fast the time went; Angel was fun to be with. The more exposure to Angel, the more my interest was tweaked. She was witty, smart, and above all, an attractive young lady. Her body movements were so feminine and her every movement seemed to emit sex. The way she moved her hands, walked, and presented herself made me feel proud to be with her.

The movie was a tear-jerker. Halfway through I worked up the courage to put my arm around her. Angel co-operated, laying her head on my shoulder. When I leaned into her, my face was buried in her hair. That scent had me heady with desire. I softly kissed her hair, and then hoped she didn't realize what I was doing. It took willpower to keep from petting her. The tube top accented her breasts, and the cool theatre did its number on her nipples. They were hard and pushing the material. The sight had my mouth watering.

Then the movie ended. Standing, my hand inadvertently brushed her breast. There was a feeling of acceleration; it was so firm, but soft. I followed her toward the isle, and she stopped suddenly to let another patron leave. My erection slammed her in the butt. Angel didn't flinch; she had to have felt it.

As we left the theatre, I inquired if she was interested in a coffee, or did she want to go home.

"Well I think we should go home. I told my parents I would be home at eleven. The only reason they let me go out is the fact that you are my tutor and they have met you. I don't want to abuse this privilege."

"Oh, I certainly hope you will go out with me again."

Angel grabbed my arm, giving it a squeeze as we walked to the car. I was still sporting a very large erection. Angel rubbed her thigh against mine, and that did not help the situation. On the way home, Angel moved close to me, letting me put my arm around her. I drove very slowly, wanting to enjoy every minute, and then we were in the driveway. It was eleven-twenty. I shut down the engine, and took a chance and gave her a hug. Angel moaned softly as I kissed her hair. She must have felt the movement, because she turned, her eyes glowing.

"That is the second time you kissed my hair; I do have lips you know."

That she did; her lips were moist and inviting. We kissed. What a kiss; her lips tasted of lipstick and felt so soft. I pulled her to me; her breasts pushed against my chest. The feeling was electrifying.

I wanted so much more. I slowly caressed her back up and down. There had to be more. Angel pushed herself into me. The clock on the dashboard was against us. I quickly debarked my side, and I rushed to open the door like a gentleman. What was this young lady doing to me? We walk slowly to the front door.

"I had a wonderful time; I hope we can do it again?"

"I am happy that you enjoyed it. If you are agreeable, this is the first of many dates. I enjoyed being with you."

With that she put her arms around my neck, kissing me. I was enjoying the kiss when I realized Angel was moving her body up against my erection. She had to know what effect that had on me.

"That should keep you thinking about me."

Giving me one final kiss, she disappeared through the front door. If I considered myself hooked before, that kiss and massage sank in the barbs.

Each time we passed in the hall, a feeling of acceleration had my body trembling; so much so I was sure everyone in the school must have noticed. It was all in my mind. Unfortunately we didn't have time to sit and chat. She was a witch; each time she looked at me, she gave me an all-knowing smile. She continued to tease me from behind her frumpy clothing. Tomorrow was a tutoring night, and it couldn't come soon enough.

I was in her driveway, and she was in the window waving at me. Angel greeted me at the doorway, throwing her arms around me in a hug, but where were her parents?

"Mom and Dad are out for a while. Come in; everything is ready. Let me show you what I have done this week."

I watched Angel move across the room to the stairs to her bedroom. It had me shaking like a leaf. This had never happened with my many other girlfriends. Once upstairs, she had me sit beside her, her thigh against mine. She was wearing a pleated skirt, and her nylon-covered legs were to die for. I had to get my mind on the situation at hand. After reviewing her assignments for the week, she took a small test based on the week's work. It was calculated to determine if she retained the concepts we had worked on.

The test took about 20 minutes, during which I studied Angel - her hair, her face, her lips, and the impression her breasts made on her blouse. I was imagining her on her bed, legs spread, waiting to be loved, when her voice broke that train of thought.

"I am done."

"Good. Let me mark it and then we can review it."

As it turned out, Angel had made excellent progress, impressing me. Her answers were well-presented; well thought-out. The errors she had made were minor, but errors just the same. I sat next to her as we reviewed the test. I made suggestions on how to improve her score. We were sitting close enough that we were bumping into each other. The presence of her body combined with the scent of her perfume, was driving me crazy.

"Well since I did so well I think I should be rewarded."

"And just what do you think would be a good reward?"

"Well. A kiss from a senior would be nice."

"OK."

I gave her a peck on her forehead and then moved back, waiting for a response.

Angel wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me down for a full kiss, her lips massaging mine. I tasted her lipstick and then her tongue forced its way between my lips. Her breasts were crushed into my chest. Finally, she broke from me. My embarrassing erection was tenting my slacks.

"A kiss like that could get you into trouble."

"That is the whole idea. Trouble is my middle name."

Even with the acceleration I was feeling; there was a nagging in my mind that she was a junior, but my body had apparently discounted that. Just the scent of her had me reeling; my mind was losing control of the situation. My damn cock was reacting, and Angel was intent on making me as uncomfortable as possible as it continued to make its presence known. Taboo or not, I wanted Angel so much it hurt.

"It seems for some reason I have that effect on you."

Angel was staring at my crotch; her arms encircled my neck and we kissed again. This time my hands were all over her body. I first touched her breasts and then tweaked her nipples. Slowly I unbuttoned her blouse, and my lips found the top of her breasts. There was no resistance; actually her bra fell loose; Angel had undone the catch. Her nipples begged for attention, and I savored the unique taste. Angel's hand was on my woody now, and had released it from its confines. Her cool hand caressed the shaft and her fingers explored its head.

"Oh, I like this, it feels so warm; the foreskin is interesting, I have read about them. I never thought I would be playing with one, especially yours."

Angel slowly pumped, watching the foreskin move up and down the purple head. Pre-cum was flowing profusely. This was a dream come true. I was watching her eyes as she was enjoying her new toy. My reaction told her she was doing it right.

Lifting her skirt, my eyes bulged at the sight of her blue thong. Her warm, damp pussy was barely covered, and my nostrils filled with her scent. She surprised me by pushing me away. She grabbed my hand and we walked to the bed, my cock bobbing all the way.

"When are you expecting your parents?"

"Not until after eleven, maybe later; they usually stop for a bite to eat."

We had over two hours alone. On the bed I removed her blouse and skirt. Now on her back, she looked ravishing; her thong was buried in her swollen pussy. She lifted her hips, allowing for its removal. I still couldn't believe this was happening. Everything about her was beautiful, and I was thanking the stars above for my good fortune.

Angel's clitoris was poking out of its hood; just a small pink pimple, so delicious-looking; my tongue and my lips enjoyed the offering. For a young lady, her juice was thick and plentiful. Angel was enjoying the attention, lifting her hips to provide additional pressure. She twisted as she moaned in pleasure; and suddenly her back arched. Her climax was close. As she came, her face was buried in her pillow to stifle her screams.

"That is fantastic; your tongue is so soft."

"You provided the catalyst, your juice. We should do this every day."

"Well I love that; you can come over and tutor me daily, but not in math, sex."

Angel was spread out before me, and I still couldn't believe it. Everything about her was flawless, legs, hips, bum, face, hair, titties and her tasty pussy and I wanted her. Removing my clothing, she beckoned me to sit on the bed as one hand ran over her lush body. Our lips met once more; her essence passed from my lips to hers. Her fingers encircled my shaft.

"Can I suck it? It is something I have never tried."

"Please do."

I watched her roll down the foreskin, exposing the purple head. Her breath was driving me crazy. Then the ultimate - she lowered her mouth and engulfed me. Her tongue played with the tip, nearly causing an explosion. This feeling should never end. Every morsel of me was bearing down to fight off the inevitable.

"Angel, you have me so close."

With renewed vigor, Angel, continued to suck and stoke my cock. The sensation was not going to last much longer, and the pressure was building. Then the release; my cum flowed like lava. Angel didn't miss a beat; not bad for a beginner. She swallowed every surge as her tongue moved over my cock. She seemed to be savoring the taste. Then she kept my cock in her mouth for what seemed like an eternity, which kept my body trembling. Then she released me and moved beside me, our bodies gyrating against each other. With an unbelievable smile, she softly kissed me. The smell of cum was on her breath.

"You made me feel great; for a beginner you have nothing to be ashamed of. That was a great blow-job."

"Blowjob, I had heard about them, however, never could understand what the other girls meant. Now I know."

I hugged and then caressed her body; her breasts were heaving and her nipples were rigid. I kissed each one of them, enjoying the warmth of her body, and then the feeling of want returned. My recovery was remarkable.

"You have no idea how much I want you."

Angel, a vision, was naked beside me. The look on her face was one of total bliss. She was in agreement. How could this ever have happened? Angel, naked in my arms, was offering herself to me. Then with my hands on her bottom, I repositioned her for the ultimate high. When she spread her legs, the view is breathtaking. A virgin opening beckoned me; below was her tight little brown star. I kissed her pussy and then tongued her, quickly flicking at her anal opening.

"You shouldn't be doing that."

Her body was saying the opposite. She pushed it towards my mouth and I kissed it once more, licking and attempting to pierce it with my tongue. Sighing in appreciation, Angle continued to mumble.

"No, no."

But she continued to push her soft bum at me for more kisses and licks. One finger was massaging her clit and her anal opening shrank with each of her climaxes. I gave it a final kiss as she looked at me, contently anticipating the next step. She positioned herself, legs spread wide. Her pussy was open and so moist. I positioned myself between her legs as our eyes met.

"Angel, are you sure you want to do this?"

My shaft was poised at the opening of Heaven, ready to do its dastardly deed.

"Oh Don, please. I have been thinking about it since rubbing your cock after the movie, please go slowly."

The sensation that ran to my brain from the head of my cock when it first touched her tepid opening registered twelve on the Richter scale. It felt like my cock was stretching a tight opening, slowly penetrating until it hit resistance, her hymen. Our eyes met again, and she gave me a silent approval to knock down the last barrier. Angel's virginity was on the verge of disappearing.

"Angel, you can only give this gift to one person, are you sure you want it to be me?"

With that she thrust her hips upwards with such force that my shaft was now buried to the hilt. The heat transferred between us was indescribable. Every ounce of my willpower was concentrated on holding off my ejaculation.

"Angel, we should use some protection, the last thing we need is a pregnancy."

It was a great time to think of that.

"Not to worry; I have been on the pill to control my irregular periods. Never thought I would be in a position to enjoy the real purpose. I want to feel you cum in me."

As I was slowly pumping, the sensation was building up. Angel was a perfect fit. The pressure of a climax continued to build in spite of my attempts to curtail it. Angel's breathing was heavy and irregular. She was close, very close. Suddenly, all hell broke loose and my hydraulics did their job of pumping a stream of hot cum into her warm pussy. Her body arched against mine as she climaxed. The world exploded; both of us were panting and puffing, continuing to pump, attempting to make the feeling last.

With the air out of the balloon, I rested my body weight on Angel. Her arms encircled my neck holding me in a death grip.

"Angel, I can't believe I am going to say this - 'I love you'. I have never said that to any other girl."

She hugged me close, nearly strangling me.

"Well, we still have an hour before my parents come home."

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