NOTE: All characters are completely fictitious and are over the age of 18.

This story picks up from part 1 Tutoring: Engaging the Student

The events of the previous week played repeatedly in my head. I had taken on a student to tutor in a rather unorthodox style and subject area. She had approached me with a special tutoring arrangement to engage and help her understand the biology of Sex, both the theory and practical aspects. I had taken her on despite my initial, albeit very brief misgivings.

Our first (very much unplanned) diagnostic session was as exciting as it was dangerous having occurred in my classroom lab at school. These kinds of extracurricular events were frowned on in schools.

The events over the follow days were somewhat strange, but probably not unexpected. First was the awkward class immediately following the engagement of my tutoring services and all that entailed (see part 1). Amelia seemed aloof and a bit standoffish or perhaps I was. This was to be expected I suppose if we were to be discreet about our agreement, which of course we were! Discretion is the better part of valour, I seemed to recall someone saying. I hoped I was being valorous in agreeing to help Amelia. I hoped Amelia was as discreet. It hadn’t entered my head that she wouldn’t be trustworthy. Was that naïveté or hubris?

We were at great pains not to behave in any way to raise suspicions of our proposed extracurricular activities. Perhaps we went too much the other way in seeming to ignore each other. Perhaps it was all in our head!

One day she did text to say she was trying to keep her head about her, but that after ‘solemnizing’ our arrangement (i.e., Cumming together in the back of my room and tasting each other) it was all she thought about. She hoped to begin our lessons soon. To be honest she was all I thought about too.

Had I bit off more than I could chew? Was this a mistake? We were certainly Horny for each other and wanted to move along with the ‘tutoring’. I wrote back that all was good and that I had an initial session lined up for us for the next week. That seemed a long way off. It gave me time to plan.

We settled into a familiar pattern during the rest of that week: stolen glances and furtive hand touches as we reached for the same piece of lab equipment, or I lent her a pen. But it did seem like a fucking eternity.

She dressed rather more provocatively during that time too, almost taunting! Revealing tight shirts with plunging neck lines. They showed off the the anatomy I had neglected the first time we had ‘worked together’: her gorgeous tits. She also wore a short skirt one day, tight leggings another, and yoga pants the next. Those items accentuated her gorgeous Ass, and her prominent exquisite thigh gap. One pair of yoga pants even gave her an ever so slight camel toe which she (and I!) seemed to revel in. Wonderful. And I knew she was wearing them for me.

I had to keep my wits about me as well, and not look too pointedly or have my eyes linger too long on her. That was hard. Furthermore, I had to be very careful not to think too much about her tutoring lessons for fear of sporting an erection during class. That would have been disastrous.

I did feel the need to rub one out in my class one day after school. She had texted to say she hadn’t worn any underwear under her little tartan kilt (!) that day. She was hoping that I had noticed. I recall thinking that it was certainly possible she wasn’t wearing any that day, but I hadn’t been able to look closely enough. It is hard to ask that question of a student in biology class. ‘By the way Ms. Corte are you wearing any panties? Can I look following the lab explanation?’ Lol. I sent her a text afterwards that I had suspected but found it hard to tell.

The thought, however, of her naked Pussy on her desk chair gave me an instant erection and that needed to be relieved. I went to the back of the room, the same location where I had ejaculated into her hands the week before and jacked off a large load into a Kleenex.

All the while that week I was planning what the first session was to be. That first lesson was the hardest to nail down. What would be an appropriate starting point?

Suddenly there was a knock at my door. And there, poking her head in, quite unexpectedly, was Ms. Amelia Corte. My heart skipped a beat.

“Hi, can I come in?” She asked looking carefully around to see if anyone else was in the room. There was just me. Was it bad that my cock began to swell?

We had had no class that day due to a school Spirit Assembly and Sports a Day, an annual event,so I had not seen what she was wearing today. It instantly took my breath away. She was in a very thin low-cut red and grey billowy see-through blouse shirt with an underlying black bustier that accentuated her beautiful B cup breasts.

That would usually be enough to get my blood flowing, but it was her bottom half that stole the show. She was wearing a skin-tight short black leather skirt with a snake patterned thigh high fishnet stockings (!) and mid cut high heeled black leather cum fuck me boots. Her long dark hair was loose and flowing, cascading down her neck and shoulders and had two red and grey ribbons tied on either side of their head. Cute as hell and fucking sexy. It was quite the sensual ensemble. How had I missed this today? Jesus!

What was with those stockings! I followed one snake that traversed her leg from knee to upper thigh, disappearing under her skirt. Lucky fucking snake. Hopefully a harbinger of things to come!

My eyes soaked her in as she seemed to float across my floor. Those legs were a thing of art. And was she wearing any panties today? I bet not. I could not see any panty lines. I wondered (and hoped!) if I’d get a chance to confirm my suspicions.

She didn’t really wait for an answer to her question and dropped herself in a chair in the back row of the class behind a large table, this time well out of view of the door and hallway. Anyone wishing to come in or look in would have to go to considerable effort to see her where she sat.

This was clearly deliberate. She had chosen that seat well. Was she looking for some sort of repeat of last week’s introductory session, only this time without the danger of being in full view? While it was still dangerous, we were still in school after all, it would be markedly less so. Still thrillingly naughty to be sure. She had learned that lesson that being bad can be good. It was a lesson we both seemed to enjoy. Her boldness was as breathtaking as her Ass.

There was full on blood flow to my cock now. There was no way to tamp my erection down, even if I wanted to. Once again, I was sitting down at my lab bench, so it was not immediately obvious. Déjà vu all over again to quote Yogi Beare.

Moreover, it was clear to me that once I got up to approach her seat, if I did, she would easily see from a distance if my cock was erect in my pants and, well, my erection would plainly shout that I was willing to ‘tutor’ her today. I certainly was, though she did not know that yet. I decided to play for time. This was going to be fun.

I was thinking perhaps another ad hoc tutoring session to continue our diagnostic work would be in order. What could be the harm? The more info I gathered the better we would be able to fine tune the teaching to suit her needs. It was another win-win.

“What is up?” I asked. She smiled. A brilliant million-dollar smile. Fuck she was gorgeous. And she and I knew what was going to happen next, though perhaps not the exact details of how it would unfold.

“I thought we should ‘talk’ some more about the tutoring. I learned so much with you last week. I was hoping to squeeze another session in before we officially begin next week.” She said.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked. One of the things they teach in teachers’ college is to allow the student some agency in determining what they wished to study, and how and when they wish to study it. In this way student’s take ownership of their own learning. Learning partners. Pedagogy 101.

“I was thinking about your cock again.” She paused. Things were looking up if this young hottie was thinking about my cock! This certainly sounded promising. I sensed she wasn’t finished, however.

“Go on.” I said, heart beating fast.

“I was wondering about male erogenous zones, specifically the ones located on and around your cock.” She blushed. The emphasis on the ‘your’ was pleasing enough, she continued “I was interested in where exactly those spots are and how to stimulate them best, so I started researching on the internet and came across the concept of ‘edging’.” She paused again.

“Is that something we could try?” She didn’t wait for a response. “I looking it up. So, the basic idea is that through ‘edging’ I can learn how best to make you cum. I play with your cock, rub the head and under the cap, get it hard, make you about to cum, on the edge so to speak, and then back you off and then do it again, and then again and again and again, until you can’t control anymore. The Orgasm is supposed to be overwhelming and it makes you cum a ton.” She got quite animated and excited as she detailed what edging would mean for me and my cock. She certainly had the theory down that was for sure.

“My understanding is that it can be very satisfying,” I added. “It does look like someone has been doing a bit of early research for our tutorials.” I laughed. She smiled.

“So, you have heard of it?” She asked excitedly. I nodded coolly in the affirmative.

“So, then I was watching Porn online,” she continued to explain, “and it got me thinking about how to stimulate cocks, and clits too for that matter, together and separately. Erogenous zones on erogenous zones. Also, I would like to know specifically what areas to stimulate to make a guy cum, to make you cum, and then also how to delay it. Repeatedly. Basically, how to control your cock, train it in a way. You know, getting to know my way around! Do you think we could do this sometime?” She asked, knowing full well she was thinking of today, as in right fucking now.

“Slow down Amelia!” I said, though I found her enthusiasm fucking infectious. My cock was like a cylindrical rock in my pants. “Which part do you mean? The edging of my cock or working on your erogenous zones? Both? Certainly, this is something we could in theory do, yes, together as well,” I let that hang. There was a pregnant pause. One beat. Two beats. Three beats. I wanted the next move to be hers. This was her show after all. She broke the silence.

“The custodians won’t be on this floor for a bit.” She offered this apropos of nothing, a seeming non sequitur, but clearly indicating that this could happen TODAY. (I think at this point we both knew it was going to, but it was as much about the Horny courtship dance as anything else).

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“I overheard two of them talking about some absences, and the one from this floor called in sick today. The others will need to cover, but they must get their floors done first.” She seemed very pleased with herself as she related this information. Quite a resourceful young woman!

“I been watching them work this week. I think it will take them 30-40 mins or so to clean their floors and then make it here. So, we have some time to explore edging theory and maybe put it to some practise, if you are willing?” Now it was her turn to let things dangle.

I came to a decision. Let’s face it this was another no fucking brainer. Of course, I would let this young woman make me cum after attempting somewhat tortuous (but fun sounding) edging techniques she saw on the internet. It was in the name of science. Hopefully some exploration of her erogenous zones would follow. Perhaps the two zones would cum together.

Edging was something that I had never done before. I was aware of what it was of course. I had seen those videos too, and had even whacked off to a few, but I had not ever been *subjected* to it. We would be learning about this in detail together for the first time. I suppose it is always the mark of a good teacher to be willing to learn new things alongside your student, literally, I thought ruefully. I was a willing participant in her action research project. Like I said, a fucking no brainer.

I stood up, having made my decision, and moved over to the door to close it (it seemed only prudent to do so) and then to where she sat at the table. Her eyes were on my crotch most of the way. She could immediately see that my cock was hard. She looked both simultaneously relieved and then a bit nervous. She sported a self-satisfied grin along with a rosy blush as she looked up at my face. She had guessed right as to what I would decide, and now was going to get her reward: my stiff prick to play with as she saw fit.

“One thing though Amelia, as per our rules, I won’t be charging you for this one,” I pointed out as I moved to where she sat. I hadn’t created this lesson and had not initiated it. It had been agreed I would only accept payment for my areas of expertise, i.e. in areas I could actually teach. For this activity, though familiar to me in theory, I was not experienced. I was as much of a novice as she was.

“But,” she started and could see by my face that she wasn’t going to win this argument. She would get her way: edge me (repeatedly!) to cum, however long it may take, but she wasn’t going to spend a dime doing it. Poor me, I suppose.

“So, how do we start this?” I asked innocently. I took this session as a ‘student teaching the teacher‘ session. She would guide me this time. I could and would gladly play the innocent.

She pulled out her iPad and a small notepad from her bag and motioned for me to sit in the chair next to her at the table. It looked like she HAD been doing research! Her notes, what I could see of them, contained numerous drawings and images, some quite explicit, as well as some point form jottings. She was taking this process very seriously. She pulled up her web browser, loaded a VPN, and then navigated to a Porn video web site to load it safely and anonymously. We couldn’t allow an errant school board web violation to derail our forthcoming lessons.

As the web page loaded, she turned to me. She motioned for me to allow her access to my genitals. To be honest, she seemed a bit impatient to be at my cock. Nice. I smiled.

“Can you move a bit closer and let me unzip you.” She commanded more than asked. Not for the first time I was wondering who was tutoring whom here? But I could play the submissive if that helped her. Whatever the part I needed to play to help further the learning (and ultimately get us both off).

I moved my chair closer, spread my legs wide to allow her better access to me. She nodded appreciatively as she looked more closely at my bulge. She seemed to lose a bit of focus. Lusty thoughts perhaps? Shades of last week as she caressed me through my pants.

“Very, very nice,” she said slowly as she rubbed along my shaft first and the slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the front of my jeans, pausing to look up into my eyes. Those fucking eyes! She gave me Butterflies! My erection was total now.

“You need to stand up so I can access you,” she said. I did as I was told. She pulled my pants down around to my knees. My cock was creating a significant ‘tent’ out in front of my boxers. She deftly unbuttoned my boxer front and the head of my penis slid out through the opening of my boxers. She smiled up at me.

“I Love it.” She said. She pulled me out of my shorts. Her hands were a bit cold, but looked nice holding me. She began to rub under my swollen head with her thumb and on my glans with her index finger.

“I think you will need better access than that,” I offered. I wanted her to be able to see my whole package and play with both my shaft and balls simultaneously, unencumbered by pants or boxers this time. With that I pulled my pants down completely to the floor and took them off, laying them on the table.

I also pull down my boxers. I decided to just take them off too laying them on top of my pants. She now could see me in my full glory at least from the waist down. My cock stood out straight, my sac was low and dangling, the scrotal skin connecting to the shaft somewhat taut. Not to blow my own horn, but it looked good. There were a few days hair growth on both my sac and shaft. I hadn’t anticipated this today or I would have shaved.

“Oh, wow,” she said getting a chance to examine my manhood in its entirety and in some detail. She turned to face my shaft head on. It bobbed gently a few inches from her mouth. She reached for it and held it in her hand again and cupped under my sac.

“Your balls ARE big and I really like the length,” she announced. She gave me a few good long tugs of my shaft. I couldn’t get any harder (or so I thought). She looked at my glans face on inspecting the opening or meatus on the end. She squeezed my head slightly to open the hole where my cum would come out. She seemed to be studying me.

“I do Love the velvety feel here,” referring to my glans. “Can I?” She asked. I intuited that she meant suck on me. I nodded. She closed her eyes and plunged the head of my cock into her mouth, just my head at first, and then progressively more of me entered her mouth. As she did this I watched her left hand move down and under her skirt. She was rubbing herself (!) as she sucked and licked my cock. I wondered if we would even get to the video (how wrong I was!).

She sucked on me flicking her tongue across and under my head. All the while she slowly rubbed herself. She worked us both for a only a few minutes but it felt like a Glorious eternity. She then slowed her action on herself and pulled her mouth away from my cock. She still held me in her hand. She seemed to calm and compose herself, breathing deeply. It seemed to me that there was an internal argument ensuing. She was fighting herself: lust vs logic; brain vs clitoris. Finally, she padded the chair prompting me to sit back down beside her. She did have a plan to this impromptu lesson and was trying to keep to it. Logic had won. I had to respect that! Either way, I was going to be happy.

Once seated anyone who had cared to look from the hallway would not have seen my lower half from the door. The table would block their view. The pants and boxers on the table might prove incriminating though if noticed. If I stood up, however, as I had just been doing, well let’s just say I probably shouldn’t if someone came in.

We had time though according to Amelia. Then it dawned on me. I hadn’t heard or seen anyone else on my floor since the end of classes. Spirit days tended to exhaust staff. The place was empty. I realized that we would have even more time than she anticipated. The school was an absolute mess following the day’s spirit events. Custodial staff would be even more delayed on their own floors before coming to fill in for a sick colleague on this one. The bottom line is that we could settle back and enjoy this, at least for a while. We were in no rush.

“Ok, I thought this set of videos would be a good start.” She said this directing my gaze to the screen, all the while keeping her right hand slowly stroking me to maintain my erection. She was quite proficient with one hand manipulation whether on the computer or my dick.

There were a number of fapping channels on this Porn site. Some purely solo masturbatory in nature, others with a female edging some guy or performing a ‘ruined’ Orgasm. That seemed to be a whole genre in and of itself. There were a lot of videos of this nature.

“Let’s find the right one,” I stated. It didn’t take long to locate a set of edging videos involving men naked from the waist down being edged by a woman both fully clothed or naked. We also saw a few videos where props like the Masturbation toys modelled after Porn stars (full or quickshot versions), dildos, head vibrators, or butt plugs were being used to aid in the process. Making a mental note, I thought those kinds of toys would be fun to play with in future sessions, particularly the vibrators and dildos for her, and a rubber Pussy for me.