Dear Diary,

You know I just hate being a cutie pie little girl sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I love the attention from all the hot guys, but Mr. Woodstein, ahhh yes Mr. Woodstein.

Turned out to be a little tutoring after class one day, but oh the lessons I learned that day. Even when I have my boyfriends hard cock in me, I can't help but fantasize about my beloved mentor.

I was having a tough time in my trig class when I asked for his help. I was so afraid of failing I thought some extra schoolgirl charm might help. How did I know this genius of a man would out charm my sweet advances.

Mr. Woodstein was so precise in his skills as a math professor that I didn't notice how he passed on the knowledge that I so needed, but began to ravage me without me even knowing it. Without even touching my young tight hot body my pussy became soaking wet.

I couldn't touch myself, but I wanted to finger my clit right then and there. This man was so sensual in his speaking skills, I wanted, no had to know how sensual his teachings of desire could be.

It was just then that I noticed a tremendous bulge where this geniuses cock began to swell just waiting for me to release it. As I sat there wanting to see this mans swollen cock I had to rub my clit, but no he said firmly as he grabbed my tiny hand. He smiled at me and said you came here to learn, let me teach you. Just as he started to reach his hands to my tight young pussy, I realized what a shy young girl I was in the hands of such a learned man.

His advances were precise, almost mathematical in manner. Each motion he made with me, all of his actions seemed to double the desire he was giving me. His hands were large and I could feel my pussy struggle to accept just one finger as I felt it reach the bottom of my pussy. I screamed as I exploded in orgasm, covering his desk with a layer of my sweet pussy juice. To which he happily smiled and said, "Shall we continue?" That's that



But more later...